Sorting through things in my office (I'll be sharing with a colleague starting next semester) I stumbled on a sketchbook from my year in Paris, just before I came to New York. Fun to experience anew the apartment where I was living (my room was where the light is coming in diagonally from), the view across the street from the living room, St Etienne du Mont where I usually went to church..
And then I went to Prague, which practically draws itself.
Not half bad! But I stopped sketching when I got back to Paris...
