St Martin and St Cirq

Another local trip was to another teeny village, St. Martin, where we found paintable scenes around every corner. My choice was a quiet corner marked by a sign : "Prive" (private). I couldn't resist setting up to capture the inviting scene, but was soon engaged in a lively conversation with the across-the-street neighbour, an elderly lady who assured me that, despite the sign, I was actually welcome to tour the garden, because Monsieur was away (at least I THINK that's what she said!). I was gratified when she pronounced my painting "tres belle" anyway!Frequently (and deservedly) voted the prettiest village in France, St. Cirq Lapopie was our last group day trip. Although some diehards set up to paint, Frank and I simply enjoyed the sunshine and the lovely village, which was festooned with hollyhocks at every turn. Frank bought me a beautiful amber ring from an artist here, which will always remind me of one of the nicest days of our trip. The quilt picture is for you, Eva!



Here's the view of Elizabeth I will always associate with this week with her--painting bag over her shoulder, straw hat firmly on her head, striding off to find more paintable views! What a treat it was to study with such a talented yet modest and approachable artist. I'm sure it will be many months before all the things I learned from her filter through into my work, but I know I will benefit for a long time to come.The rest of the group left early on Monday, while we stayed on for several more quiet days at Domaine de Haut Baran. We certainly enjoyed our time there and hope to return some day to sample more of William and Rosalie's hospitality. After a very long two days of travel home, we were tired but glad to see the familiar sights of home!