I capture the city before anyone is awake. The sun rises at my back,
a warm kiss on the bare skin of my neck, and I document this
Parisian morning with oils and canvas. I hurry to catch the dramatic
shadows and swaths of gold that sprawl across the rooftops of the
?le-de-France before the sun gets too high or the master painter returns.
I have already Enished the sketches Edmond 'orel left for me
and he hasnHt returned from the palace in weeks.