We made this picnic in our little apartment and, of course, painted it. Meanwhile Edith Piaf sang “…if you were not here, how would I live… I would not know this happiness that envelopes(?) intoxicates (?) me…”, in French, of course.
Off now for a walk through the cool Paris evening. We saw Cafe deux Magots just around the corner, maybe that might be a good place to stop for coffee.