Dear old friend and colleague from London days, Patrique, turned up yesterday after an interval of 18 years. We chattered for many hours:) mostly about the state of the arts and what a laugh life used to be.
Bizarrely his brother is Jean-Noel, who draws with us on a Monday, seen here below with Mira - virtually neighbours. Small world.
Patrique was my first proper french friend. He left London to live in Brazil and was much missed by me and the group of artists that hung around together in those distant days.
Richard and Alison came to lunch today and though we go back to the mid 1960's agh we generally see each other annually or thereabouts, more often if I have anything to do with it....
They especially enjoyed meeting Ryan and Alecia and talking America. Everyone I know is so cosmopolitan its scarey - a pleasure to hear such erudition though.
Tomorrow is the market in Esperaza and a vide grenier at Montazels, the weather predictions say it will carry on getting hotter and to wear hats and drink water.
The Maire rang up our Andree and asked if she was OK and to say if she needed anything, isn't that good? Im nearly as old as her and they haven't checked on me yet.
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