View from the Terrace

Our apartment has a tiny terrace on which we have our petit dejeuner every morning. Here we nibble our just-baked croissants, greet passersby on the way to purchase their own, and admire the graceful, ever-circling swallows, the first birds to rise and the last abed. After breakfast today I painted the view.


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