Here I am, in front of the wonderful, and wonderfully named, Palais des Beaux Arts (the Palace of Beautiful Art) in Lille. The building itself is a work of art, and typical of what I would call the "wedding cake" school of architecture so prevelent in France. In other words, elaborate and richly detailed. None of that "clean lines" nonsense!
We also enjoyed looking at the exhibition of the artwork of Hieronymus Bosch, who is a particularly favourite of Gorgeous Husband's. Bosch loved to paint grotesque, over-the-top figures in heaven and hell situations. For a fellow born around 1450, he had quite a warped imagination. Also, we were amazed how close we could get to the actual work, as they were not roped off. Bosch was a master of painting detail, so much so, that a fox no bigger than a grain of rice, still had a recognisable expression.
We walked down this street one morning, and it seemed that there were lots of artists and craftspeople out with their wares, in addition to the cute little boutiques that were open. This particular shop had a white cat outside that the owner had taught a trick. If you walked up to the cat, held out your palm, and said "merci!" the cat would put its paw in your hand. Ever so cute. You will appreciate this if you've ever tried to teach a cat anything. They are not particularly good pupils!