![]() ![]() These cicadas (I think their name is cicada) sing at least as loudly as a frog. And golden and green Cantharides swarming on the olive trees. The cicadas – not those at home but like this, you see them in Japanese albums. I think the heat is still doing me good, in spite of the mosquitoes and flies. ![]() Yesterday I went to Fontvieille to pay a visit to Boch and Macknight, but those gentlemen had left for a week for a short trip to Switzerland. That makes 3 drawings when I have half dozen, will send them. Half-demolished staircases, ruined Gothic windows, clumps of white rock covered in lichen, and pieces of collapsed wall scattered here and there in the undergrowth I brought back another large drawing of it. If it had been bigger it would have made you think of Zola’s Paradou, tall reeds, grape vines, ivy, fig trees, olive trees, pomegranate trees with fat flowers of the brightest orange, hundred-year-old cypresses, ash trees and willows, rock oaks. So the two of us explored the old garden and we stole some excellent figs there. I’ve just come back from a day at Montmajour, and my friend the second lieutenant kept me company. ![]()
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