Every day come spring, summer and fall, she rides the elevator to the top floor, turns the corner and climbs the stairs to the roof. The wind blows from le Mont Royale; she sits facing west, inhaling the Artist’s performance.
final vernissage
rich magenta hues at dusk
until tomorrow
(c) Tournesol`16
beautiful! I love that word vernissage; it has such an interesting history.
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I remember the first vernissage I was invited to and literally it means painting clear lacquer on a piece of furniture or floors…well, that was my use of the word in French until I learned another meaning and it was used in the English language too.
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Yes, while I haven’t been to a vernissage, I ran into the word in a book series I like and read up about it. 🙂
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I still think of adding a sheen to wood floors when I hear th word 😉
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I just love the sound of the word. French is such a beautiful language!
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Yes it is…I love the sound of Italian as well.
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