He remembered that I was an artist and found me via the net. and said that he wanted to buy a painting for his wife for Christmas. Something "Parisy".
I thought this is too absurd to be true but, sent him some images of what remained of my precious Paris street scenes, all the same. There were three that interested him, but chose the Café Saint Jean. He agreed on the price. He made a bank transfer and I had the painting wrapped and sent it by the Post along with a photo of me painting it and a story I wrote when I first came to Montmartre.
I thought this is too absurd to be true but, sent him some images of what remained of my precious Paris street scenes, all the same. There were three that interested him, but chose the Café Saint Jean. He agreed on the price. He made a bank transfer and I had the painting wrapped and sent it by the Post along with a photo of me painting it and a story I wrote when I first came to Montmartre.
What really blew my mind is that they were from MONTANA. For the last twenty years, living in Montmartre, I have met people from all over the world but, never anyone from Montana.
Oh yes, and his wife loved the painting and remembers meeting me. They sent these photos.
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