Morning in winter Paris Painting

I got so sick when I arrived in Paris! I started coughing on the plane and took medication for the entire 10 days. But she was never able to return the tickets and return home. I missed this city. Once upon a time in 2009, I gave myself a trip to Paris for my birthday. I decided not to wait for Prince Charming to take me on a romantic trip. And she bought tickets for herself and her 11-year-old daughter. Five days flew by like in a fairy tale. True, our legs hurt terribly afterwards, we walked from morning to night and absorbed Paris in July. I returned in winter, I felt bad due to illness, but old love is not forgotten. And when I returned home, I remembered how I stood in Montmartre. I looked down at the city through the haze of cold air and saw the gray-blue metal roofs of Paris. I painted several paintings about winter Paris. Every time, with every new picture, I found myself there again. Near the snow-white beauty Sacré-Coeur. And she looked down. On the gray roofs of Paris.