tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-264089822011-07-07T16:37:05.015-07:00Carolg @ PBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02108104412693124177noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26408982.post-1145380120556756912006-04-18T10:06:00.000-07:002006-04-18T12:27:21.500-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/1600/Arts%20In%20ProvenceWorkshop.2.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/400/Arts%20In%20ProvenceWorkshop.2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In May '05 I was given a mini assignment. While enroute to a watercolor workshop at </span><a href="http://www.artsinprovence.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Arts</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> in Provence, I was to research as many Paris cafes as possible. Equipped with a sketchbook from </span><a href="http://www.sennelier.fr/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sennielier</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">, a non-digital camera and a Paris By Arrondissement map I set out.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/1600/sketchbook%20map%201.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/400/sketchbook%20map%201.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hundreds of photos and sketches later, I knew I was hooked.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/1600/Pile%20of%20Paris%20Photos.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/400/Pile%20of%20Paris%20Photos.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/1600/Arts%20In%20ProvenceWorkshop.0.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/1600/sketchbook%20map%201.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">After a week of 2-3 petit déjeuners every morning, afternoon snacks and evening aperitifs (aperos) running from cafe to cafe, my head was turned around. I knew I was not ready for the pretty pink houses and villages perché of Provence.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/1600/sketchbook%20map%201.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2831/2764/1600/Arts%20In%20ProvenceWorkshop.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a%2<><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26408982-114538012055675691?l=parisbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carolg @ PBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02108104412693124177noreply@blogger.com12