Bugarach booty

Every since seeing the Fabiola exhibition at the Portrait Gallery I've been impressed by the idea of her - not of her, per se, but of the ability of an image to strike a chord and to be maintained, without formal networks. This old review explains succinctly what I'm on about;

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-reviews/5345000/Fabiola-Francis-Alys-at-the-National-Portrait-Gallery.html

Anyway, today I found one:) Thrilled to bits... its a broach, brass, with Fabiola painted on glass over metallic paper. This from the Bugarach vide grenier, where patient Bob took me and Kat and Gracie and much fun was had - tea and delicious cakes and booty for all ( except poor patient Bob who has decided on only getting necessary things)
Cold in the mountains...