Saturday, September 10, 2016
Where is Emil?
Periodically the painting was refreshed by Emil, the artist.
He was almost a caricature of a Catalan man, dressed in blue with his beret. He sat across the street on a bench almost every day. In later years his hands rested on a cane.
Other people would sit next to him and talk.
As my French improved I chatted to him although our different accents made it a struggle for both of us, but he was always smiley, always made the effort to understand and be understood.
I haven't seen him for a while. I am hoping sometime when I walk by Emil's bench, I will see one of his friends and can ask.
But part of me doesn't want to know if it is bad news.
Posted by DL NELSON at 4:01 AM