Farewell Parisian Beauty
How perfect is it to be in Paris for the first time blowing your low exchange rate cash on paper products? Like, très perfect. I strove to buy something at the original Sennelier, but had already plundered my pocketbook on a fountain pen, fabric, three French graphic novels (Le bleu est une couleur chaude – ooh la la) and lovely notebooks and journals, hand bound in white leather and Japanese washi. Turns out the sumptuous, weighty paper isn’t the best for pen or pencil. This lovely lady is surplus to requirements for the moment. Today at lunch I went to Blick’s and got a rather pedestrian sketchbook, Bristol paper, and col-erase pencils as per recommended.