My friends and I have had several discussions lately about Paris. So, I dug out this photo I took when I was there 4 years ago. I've looked at the photo many times without the impulse to paint it. Suddenly, last week, the impulse to paint Paris occurred. My Monday class and I all painted from the photo. I finished my painting Sunday while watching an old 1950's Frank Sinatra movie. Now when I look at this painting I will forever think of Frank. When you look at it what comes to your mind? I hope when I go to Paris after my workshop in October I can afford a hot chocolate and pastry at this cafe.