Late night. French bistro. Any city.
You know the moment when you look up from your own table and suddenly you are in a French painting...and as I've pictured, from left to right...a woman leans in to kiss her lover man, while a man eats alone, very absorbed by his paper, and a woman tells a racy story to her table of girlfriends.
I saw this one night and drew it on the proverbial napkin.
The lush red roses, the vibrant stripes of the banquet rendered the scene timeless and full of life. Magical Beings.
