It was going to be a sad day, being the birthday of my brother Simon - the first since his death - and the funeral of Jill.
Max got volunteered to come to lunch in Carcassonne to celebrate their lives.
We went to the Alsacienne resturant in Rue Armagnac and ate authentically and massively - see Max and his plateful (that was just one course)
Afterwards we looked in at the new show at Maison des Memoirs in the Rue Verdun - work on paper by Joan Jordes, a Spanish artist who was held in a French detention centre when he fled the civil war, finally making his home in Toulouse where he taught at the Beaux Arts. He's a favorite of mine and not often seen. There were other contemporary artists I didn't know of so an interesting visit.
Naturally had to look in on the Beaux Arts to check out the Corbet - oooh that man could paint, see above - and take a peek at Francesca de Rimmini being tortured by Dante for loving too much. Heres Max having a peer with Dante and Virgil.
Forgotten tha artists' name - its someone Martin - and its big and dramatic and really rather good.
We were on the bus/train so bound by time but the timing is perfect and a bad day made very good:) Thanks Max.
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