Our Artsy Sunday

Is this Greenville or Paris?
Yesterday as we walked downtown, joining the crowds for Artisphere, I wasn't quite sure.
Gone was our muggy heat, replaced with a cool crisp 69 degrees, and the Seine- I mean the Reedy River- just shone in the sun.
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And just like in France, sometimes you have to watch where you walk. Not for what the dogs might have left behind, but for the art.


There's Georges Seurat's Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. Remember the umbrellas?

Careful! Don't fall in the hole.


Hundreds of artists had set up booths along Main Street, and we darted from one to another, enjoying it all.
Who's that lovely girl in Guy Stevens' booth? I think I know her.

Guy is a talented Greenville artist whose work reminds me a bit of Chagall and van Gogh. Lucky for me, one of his prints followed me home. Happy Mother's Day to moi!


Really, this has to be Paris. There were street entertainers everywhere, making the crowds laugh.



But my favorite, hands down, was this eclectic group of drummers/dancers.


Yep. Paris. Now where's my Nutella and banana crèpe?

So how was your weekend? What did you do that made you happy? No artsy festivals necessary. Usually all I need to call it a good weekend is a long walk outside, a Saturday morning cup of coffee, and at least one sit down meal with my family in which nobody reads a book or hurries off to go with friends or argues over who gets the last roll. :)

Have a great Monday, y'all!
Love, Becky