The Festival in Clermont Ferrand was exhausting, we spent most of the time in the exhibition and later we would have dinner
..and sketch each other of course!
On Monday I woke up early to at least see something of the city, so I walked up the hill in direction of the cathedral. I did some fast sketches and I will try next year to come with more time to draw the city. I was fascinated by the views from narrow alleys.
Later I took the train to Paris, and what it seemed to be a pleasant ride, became a nightmare.
The train got damaged and we got stuck for 3 hours in the middle of nowhere.
We got off the train and waited, so I met some other people who were also in the Festival in Clermont Ferrand, like the writer Frederic Debomy. Here he was looking at a nun walking in the foggy landscape.
On Monday I woke up early to at least see something of the city, so I walked up the hill in direction of the cathedral. I did some fast sketches and I will try next year to come with more time to draw the city. I was fascinated by the views from narrow alleys.
Later I took the train to Paris, and what it seemed to be a pleasant ride, became a nightmare.
The train got damaged and we got stuck for 3 hours in the middle of nowhere.
We got off the train and waited, so I met some other people who were also in the Festival in Clermont Ferrand, like the writer Frederic Debomy. Here he was looking at a nun walking in the foggy landscape.
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