pencil shop in paris

I have walked past an art supply shop each day but it hadn't been open. I wanted some pencils to use in my journal. I love artist shops. I always say ... "i could die in an art supply shop!' ... 
So at 7pm tonight I go there and it's open. I don't die, I buy pencils, crayons and a beautiful orange pen with a wide calligraphy brush on one end and a pointed end the other.


I was inspired. I saw my cultural history , all upon the walls of the Pompidou Centre. I grew up with this art. This art made me., and once again, it inspires. Pencils to paper, tyres to the cobble stones, Paris is creeping in. How wonderful!