Eventually, though, instead of simply getting cross and giving up, I made myself sit on a bench in a green space not far from our AirBnB rental. I can't tell you how many times I began and erased, drew and erased, eye-pencil-measured and marked, then erased. But finally, I gave myself some credit for getting enough details that I could recognize lamp-post as lamp-post and I forgave myself for proportions that weren't accurate.
Next, I added that window, taken from a building across the road in the adjoining block -- I was trying, here, to find something that would speak to me later, bring me back to that bench, but I also wanted to address a composition error I'd made by too quickly adding the text without thinking about placement. Afterward, back in the apartment, I drew in the woman whose elegant figure had compelled me to snap her photo at the market. I'm relatively happy with the overall composition of the page, but I'm learning to slow down a bit and think for a moment about placement of the various elements before I start scribbling in ink.
Top of the page -- A graceful figure at Marché de la Croix Rousse, Friday morning
Right side of the page -- Lyon details, sitting on a park bench with Paul, sky has clouded over and it's a bit muggy. Screeching of hirondelles, slight smell of sewage wafting up from a nearby grate. Schoolboy of about 11 or 12 just whizzed down the hill [on trotinette/sidewalk scooter] past us with enough momentum to get him halfway up the hill opposite
Right side of the page, bottom, perpendicular -- Finishing off these sketches back in our AirBnB, Rue Pierre Blanc
Lower left -- I wonder if she brought home as many fat asparagus as we did, or ripe tomatoes. Did she also buy olives? haricots verts?
All that was back then, travelling; I hope you're not wearying of my travel posts as I go over photos and notes and memories, integrating the experience into my life back home. Next post will be more firmly rooted in the present where I'm reading some very good books, picking up my knitting again, tending the garden, and planning a bit of local travel. . . Until then, I hope you'll leave a comment, even if it's just a quick wave. . . And having just celebrated Canada Day here, I wish all my American readers a Happy Fourth of July!