Fleur Emile Picotie . . .

I met Fleur Emile Picotie recently in a little Bistro at the back of the Moulin Rouge in Paris...she told me that she had just popped out for a break... (hence the thick woolly cardi..).  I bought her a strong black coffee and shot of cognac..."medicinal purposes only, of course". ......As we chatted propped up at the bar, we discovered that she grew up not far from where I'm living now near Bordeaux. She grew up in a transport town...one of those towns between Paris and Spain, the ones where the town is very shabby and grey and spread out along the route for about half a mile... her father ran the local cafe and her mother cooked meals for the lorry drivers that stopped en route. "Eet voz a dreary life" she told me, slurring slightly.....  Apparently at the tender age of 17yrs she begged one of the lorry drivers to take her to Paris...he dropped her outside the Moulin Rouge, where she as been dancing the French Can Can ever since.......

I would like to share Fleur Emile Picotie with all the wonderful artists at Paint Party Friday....pop along and see what's going on.....