Michel Delacroix is a Paris-born, Paris-lover artist who depicts his beloved Paris on his works in a rather naïve style. I like his style. People at the snowy evening look like little puppets of a dollhouse, or, much better, like figures of a snow globe. I admire snow globes.
Imagine that we all are little puppets wiggled by a jolly titan. He amuses to flick us to any direction. Lets go to the Opera tonight, he says. He shakes the globe up and the tiny, even snowflakes are starting to flit upon us.
I like the black-black sky and the black figures on the snowy boulevard. It is a lovely peacetime scene, the convenient life of bourgeoisie. I lived that life once. I walked the boulevards and we went to the Opera with my family. We watched a modern opera which was too modern for us and at the intermission we escaped to the Café de la Paix, the warm lighted, red canopy restaurant from the picture. I loved that night in Paris.
