We walk in the arboretum on the way home.
An artist I saw setting up in the morning beside the road, has finished his picture, of the Moncontour ramparts, and disappeared, leaving it on its easel to be admired.
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we went to moncontour open day last week. It was wonderful wandering around peoples gardens perched on the ramparts and nosing behind their flower beds with permission...
Ah, I miss Europe. Where people sit around and paint....
I don't know that I've ever known anyone to use the word "ramparts" in anything. We sing it in our Star-Spangled Banner, but I don't know how far I'd have to go from home over here to find a rampart!
I can't help but ask, did you admire the picture?
Thanks both for coming!
Rosie - I've always meant to go th that! I've obviously been so reclusive I didn't even notice it was on...
Sheila - only momentarily, as it's really rather a dangerous bend and I only took it in at a glance, but it looked good. As far as I could see he was using some kind of oil pastels, but the result looked as richly coloured as an oil painting.
But you have a rich amateur arts and crafts culture in the US, surely? These are really ancient ramparts, the little town is very old, but suffered waves of partial demolition, bombardment etc, so people just built a bit more on top of the exisiting ramparts that remained; it is pretty, like a multilayered patchwork of a place. One of these days I'll try to do a photo post...
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