Today, while searching through packing cases, a found a small sketch book diary that recorded a visit I made to the South of France over twenty years ago. The purpose of my visit was to sketch Frenchmen playing boules. However, as I glance back through the entries, it appears that my love for churches claimed equal attention.
Here are two sketches that I scribbled down during a service at Nice Cathedral. I discreetly tucked myself away on one of the back pews, not realising that the cathedral’s mighty organ was on the balcony right above my head. On its first thunderous cord, I jumped out of my skin!
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