‘My dear, it’s April : the lilacs and the roses awaken many disturbing things in my heart’…*

NO TALKING SHOP, NO DAILY GRIND… (05/10). Paris, 2 rue Vivienne, Institut national d’histoire de l’art. The Oval Room, seat 82. Thursday 20 February 2014, fifteen minutes past ten. On the back of the postcard* addressed to Mademoiselle Glachet Blanche, ironer from Gamaches in the Somme, are a few words from her ‘dear sister’. It informs her that ‘Renée (?) has had dreadful colic for two days with some intestinal inflammation’. The sister adds ‘a bit like Maurice (??) when he was little’. Think about the idea of making photos using objects bought for a maximum of 2 Euros, that is twice the price of this postcard found on Sunday at Domino’s, the best tea shop in Ostend (16b Witte Nonnenstraat). Buddha bless you!