Someday, when I am richer than I already am (smile), I will move here and have a dog and walk the streets in the evening, tipping my fedora to all the ladies, and shaking hands with all the men.
I will sit on the sidewalk outside the local cafe and enjoy the fine Mediterranean cuisine prepared by the retired chef from Paris, or Marseille, or Nice, who opened the cafe after leaving the city; and I will sip aperitifs, like Henry Miller, Anais Nin, and Hemigway did. I will sketch the clientele and become the southern France version of "Rick Tulka" who sketches everyday at Le Select in Paris.
I will sit on the beach and breathe the fresh air and draw pictures of the people on the beach. No longer will I need to cruise Flickr for interesting places to draw, for I will finally live in one.
Dream on, Pal ... lol
watercolor, ink, sketchbook