When I first moved to Toulouse, I barely spoke any French. Sometimes, I’d walk myself to St Sernin and get a coffee, and once, I journaled at a cafe and watched an old man in a black turtleneck order an espresso, smoke a cigarette, and read the paper - a tiny little detail that felt so quintessentially French and made me think, “Ah, I’ve arrived.” This 15 cm x 20 cm watercolor of Toulouse is made with a deep love for our city carried in my heart, and it informs each brushstroke.
Si vous achetez l’oeuvre chez Les Infiltrés, svp gardez le cadre - c’est pour vous.
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When I first moved to Toulouse, I barely spoke any French. Sometimes, I’d walk myself to St Sernin and get a coffee, and once, I journaled at a cafe and watched an old man in a black turtleneck order an espresso, smoke a cigarette, and read the paper - a tiny little detail that felt so quintessentially French and made me think, “Ah, I’ve arrived.” This 15 cm x 20 cm watercolor of Toulouse is made with a deep love for our city carried in my heart, and it informs each brushstroke.
Si vous achetez l’oeuvre chez Les Infiltrés, svp gardez le cadre - c’est pour vous.
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