Vernissage

This evening was the opening of Michel's exhibition in Narbonne. It was a bit strange because Michel himself was not there -- he is currently in a convalescent home and didn't feel up to coming, even if someone came and collected him and took him back. So it was a bit like a homage to an absent friend. Y gave a little speech, and here he is displaying the book we made with the photos of the paintings, which we will give to Michel.

The show is at the meeting place of an association in Narbonne, which meets every Friday. Members or friends of members read poetry and prose, display paintings or photography, perform music or spoken dialogues. S thought it was a bit nunuche/twee, while I rather liked the Victorian spirit of making your own home-made entertainment and then patting each other on the back for it, instead of sitting at home watching TV.

Yesterday is backblipped as I had to wait for the computers to finish doing their thing.