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From the terrace at Café Tourny, Bordeaux. November 7, 2016
We sat drinking our Grands Crèmes and wolfing down our shared tartine (mmm! such good bread, outside crusty, inside lots of pull yet still tender & the good apricot jam)
Just a few doors up, a group of workers took their smoke break on the sidewalk, and I sketched very quickly, trying to be discreet. Mr. Hirsute looked at me suspiciously a few times, but, as I commented to Paul, you'd have to be pretty narcissistic to think I'd be sketching you with all that fabulous Bordeaux architecture up Ave. Georges Clemenceau just behind.
Paul just looked at him again and said, "I think he might be just that narcissistic."
Uh-oh. . . .