Sometimes I act like a total stalker, taking pictures of people in cafés and restaurants in order to paint them later. I loved this woman I spied enjoying some bread earlier today in Berlin. She looked perfectly happy.
Meanwhile, back in Paris, I happened by total chance upon a really special meal in a very fancy restaurant. I stumbled in sans reservation past 9:30 and asked if it was too late to dine. I’d no idea it was such a fine establishment, but it proved to be delightful, and luckily they had room for me. I only took pictures of my asparagus, and the lovely plate with tiny frogs it came on. The rest of the meal was delicious though not necessarily as photogenic. Also, don’t you like it when fine dining establishments serve real portions instead of teeny tiny ones?