‘No one better captures the look of the street, the coloured patch seen through the Parisian mist, the passing silhouettes, a young girl’s frail grace. A searching hand moving with simian pliancy seizes the passing gesture, the evanescent faces of the street, born and vanished on the instant. It is the poetry of life that is gone, a remembrance of things, of animals, of human beings.’ Gustave Geoffroy
SOME SCENES OF PARISIAN LIFE Pierre Bonnard