It’s too hot to paint, even for drawing almost. The past few days I’ve been working in my sketchbook, studies for the things I am working on or will start to work on next month. It’s too hot for Caravaggio as well, so that’s for next week. Today I went to pick up a Greek dude I bought in an auction but that’s also for another time. No WIP today, let’s first finish off the last two travel posts. I’ve switched day 6 and 7 around.
On Thursday we went to Albi, known for its ridiculously big brick cathedral. It’s too hot to write large amounts of text, so mostly images hereafter.
I gave up counting the bricks
I wonder how they painted that ceiling.
Looks a bit condescending, this angel
Nothing more uplifting on your wall than a giant apocalypse
Pool party medieval style
There’s people who cuddle cats and there are those other people
Rosy cheeked angel
Saint Cecilia, patron saint of the cathedral, with some relics
Not sure what this is and what happened down there
Monster, no longer in the closet
Lady in the portal with some graffiti on her feet. I was going to write a whole rant about how people have no respect for monument nowadays until I noticed the dates on the scribblings.
There is so much love for you in my heart. Wait, I’ll tear it out, so I can show you.
See you laters, alligators
And sorry, Jesus