Once upon a time I visited Paris. The time available for the visit was of the proportion of a drop of butter to be spread over two toasts and still expecting it to taste heavenly.
Nevertheless, it was an unforgettable tour.
A few days back, I got a feeling that I would like to sketch a Parisian Street; a feeling which I believe to have been inspired by the artists that I saw at work at Montmartre. So, I started this a few weeks back thinking it would be completed soon. However, one thing or the other kept pushing it away. Tonight, I caught the chance by collar and completed the sketch.