A few years ago, when we were in Portugal, we were doing some touristy stuff—visiting a castle (São George)in Portugal with my Mother-in-law. You could call it a gimmick, but I loved it—there was a guy doing "watercolors" of scenes of Lisbon in espresso coffee. I loved the idea. They were hardly expensive, so I shelled out the Euros to own these. I just found them here in the house. I don't even care that he was probably just making the scenes up in his mind—he had been there, he knew what it was about. I guess he would also do some sketches with red wine, but somehow those didn't interest me as much. I've always liked sketching while sitting in cafés, so the idea of using materials at hand really appeals to me.
Now I have to decide where they belong. I mean, they should be hung, right?
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