Yesterday I went to Biarritz with Marion to see the Picasso exhibit at the Bellevue Hotel.
She shared her secret parking strategy with me, which was a success, then we shopped a bit at the open air market. I bought an inexpensive black linen dress. Then we went to Les Halles where we stood at the counter and ate a lunch of wine and 6 oysters each, accompanied by some shrimp with artichoke hearts and a baguette.
Picasso had come here one summer with his wife who was a ballerina and was somewhat sponsored by a woman whose house they stayed in while he created. It was here that he created “The Bathers.”
The curator had matched up the works he had created here with modern works by local artists and displayed them nearby so you could see connection and inspiration.
I said to Marion as we walked around viewing his letters, sketches, “He was really living the life.” “We are too,” she replied. Indeed we are.