What if I became an open-air seller of drawings?

 NO TALKING SHOP, NO DAILY GRIND. Paris, 2 Rue Vivienne. Institut national d’histoire de l’art. The Oval Room, seat 82. Thursday 27 March 2014. Forty-nine minutes past twelve. M*, a friend of mine from another life, says I should exhibit. He’s even found a place in the 14th arrondissement in Paris. It’s the artists’ street market at Edgar-Quinet. M* tells me you can rent a stall on Sundays for around twenty euros. He says he’s prepared to cover half the costs. Which of course means he’ll take a percentage (to be discussed) of the sales. The market at Edgar-Quinet takes place on Sundays from 9 am to 7.30 pm. I read on the Internet that it was created to ‘introduce artists to the public’. The article ends with a general appeal. See for yourself! ‘Collectors, come and see works by painters, sculptors and artists’. So I’m soon to become a seller of drawings and colour photos (as above). Well, why not? Watch this space. Buddha bless you!