Then on the Monday, it was up towards La Croix Rousse. Brendan and I decided to walk. Lots of steps.
Great viewing point. Again, I started at the end, where the throwdown was going to be. Suzanne from Montreal had the same idea. It was lovely to sketch the view together.
I was social for a bit then. Did a few street sketches, after a lovely bagel with cream cheese and jam. The guy behind the counter didn't bat an eyelid. It's good to be in a place where people don't think it's weird to eat cheese and jam together.
I had to go and see L'Escalier des Canuts (or something like that). There was a lot of chatting going on amongst the other sketchers who were there. I found it a bit irritating, as people live in the apartments above and the voices were carrying all around the courtyard. Got my angles completely wrong. But it was a direct watercolour, so that's my excuse. Had an interesting encounter with two ladies who showed me the passageways that led to a much lower level. Lots of conspiracy theories. Let's say no more about that.
I sketched a few of the people who were starting to gather at the throwdown location, but I was too tired for anything more. Then I met Clotilde - I happened to sit at the next table in the café, turned around, and had to ask, "sorry, are you Clotilde?" And she was! We took a photo together, then she incorporated Brendan into her sketch. Then it was time for the final throwdown.
I was exhausted that evening. Was asleep by 8:30pm.
The following morning, we explored a little more of the city, then it was time to go to the airport. We nearly got pickpocketed on the way. Thankfully Brendan copped on what was happening and hit the woman's arm and she dropped my wallet before vanishing into thin air. She had managed to take my wallet out of my bag - 2 zips, and I had felt nothing! We were shook, but safe, and wiser.
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