It’s getting cold in Paris. Down jackets are starting to pop up around town and the mornings are much darker now. I’ve begun to take a mental note of the shops that boast of having the best chocolat chaud (hot chocolate). The locals here tell us that drinking hot chocolate is a daily ritual during winter. I love this time of year so much. I think the anticipation of seeing the Eiffel Tower covered in bits of snow and seeing my breath every time I step outside is all part of why, everyday, we are so excited to be living here.
This is my latest illustration. It’s hard to be surrounded by the relics of all the fairy tales and not fall into one. This I did for The Frog Prince.
Recently I headed to see Delacroix’s studio. You can tour it for 11 Euros. It’s in a charming square and sits back off the street behind vine covered walls. For some reason I found myself drawn outside to his private courtyard. There I sat and drew a crusty leaf. Fall and all it’s dried up leaves get me every time.