After lunch today Elizabeth and I went loooking for Galerie Martine Gossieaux to see the masterful, playful, exhuberance in Jean-Jaques Sempe's art. When the man I was attenpting to chat up outside the gallery, asking "so you like Sempe?", fessed up to being the artist himself, I was completely bowled over. I burst into tears and kissed him a lot, which he didn't mind at all. His work makes me so happy. Afterwards I wanted to take everyone I met by the lapels and say "I just met Jean-Jacques Sempe! Right here on the street in Paris!!!!". Instead I grinned.
Neither Elizabeth nor I had the head to ask for a photo. When we got back to the apartment I painted this ferm in happy reverie so thats what I will offer up here.