Notre Dame, community, art, outside my window, my practice

I went to Notre Dame at 7:30 am. There wasn’t a crowd. Th sacred patina has been lost. It feels like a reproduction of an original. I met staff and other artists in the afternoon. I went to the open studios and talked for a bit to a German women Laura on the fifth floor balcony over looking the Seine. I pondered the view from my atelier window. I worked on slightly larger pieces using soft and oil pastels on paper.