Sitting in a cafe and wiling away the hours, is a skill most Americans don't have but has been practiced by Europeans for ages. This, of course, makes us all the more interested. How do they have time to take from their everyday lives to just sit and watch the passing parade? When would a New Yorker ever fit that in between running for the subway and getting to the gym? So I portrayed my fascination in a pair of paintings, the first of which is here, Cafe 1, watercolor, 14"h x 10"w, $525-.
My lady friend is deep in thought as she sips her glass of wine in a Paris cafe. Her elegant apparel tells us she is from a different time when women dressed for their afternoon outings, prepared to be seen by the world.
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