The other day I visited my favorite florist in Aulnay to pick up some sketching flowers. Nothing improves the RER ride home like holding a crisply wrapped bunch of calla lilies! After photographing the life out of their perfect secondary triad selves, I did some sketches. I always feel so artsy sketching flowers in my little garret high above the city. The only thing that ruins the image is that I sometimes watch movies while I sketch, and my selection is limited. How artsy can you be while you are watching Dirty Dancing in French?