Pisco on the Quai de Montebello by Julian Gallo
Pisco on the Quai de Montebello It ’ s the third time this week he saw her, sitting on her small stool in front of her portable easel painting the view across the Seine. The first two times he ’ d seen her he just walked past, but now he ’ s intrigued, and he stops walking and peers over her tiny shoulders to have a look. It looks like the same painting she ’ d been working on the prior two days, a view of Notre Dame, the autumnal trees, and vines which cascade down over the wall on the right bank. There ’ s something a little C é zanne about it, well executed with an interesting color pallet. Her hands are small but not delicate, her skin a little dry on the back of her meaty hands, strong hands but incredibly adept when handling the thin paintbrush. Her hair is long and black and pulled back into a loose ponytail, revealing her striking native features, with furrowed brows over her narrow dark eyes, so deep in concentration she isn ’ t aware she ’ s being watched. She can ’ t be more