I was walking along the Seine
between Chatou and Croissy
admiring upright hollyhocks
as proud as poor,
sunlight dancing on water,
trees by the riverside,
and pretty houses
with closed shutters,
when suddenly
and so mysteriously
I ran into Renoir’s ghost
and saw the Light again.
illustration : The Seine of Asnières – Renoir (1879)
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