My sketch of Roussillon.
When we got into the car after visiting Roussillon, Sophie had a bag full of rocks with her. I asked where she got them. She said, in Roussillon. I said, 'it's a national park and you're not supposed to take anything away. She was quiet. Then I said, 'give me one.' Here it is.
All the dirt there was red. I put some spit on my finger, dug into the dirt and made these marks on my sketch book. It was a fascinating experience.
We were then on our way to the next village, Gordes.
My sketch of Roussillon.
When we got into the car after visiting Roussillon, Sophie had a bag full of rocks with her. I asked where she got them. She said, in Roussillon. I said, 'it's a national park and you're not supposed to take anything away. She was quiet. Then I said, 'give me one.' Here it is.
All the dirt there was red. I put some spit on my finger, dug into the dirt and made these marks on my sketch book. It was a fascinating experience.
We were then on our way to the next village, Gordes.
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