chatting with joan yolleck: paris, painters, poets, and baby brioches

When I first discovered Paris in the Spring with Picasso this summer, it was definitely love at first sight.

The title alone conjured up blissful images of a city bursting with creative energy, teeming with artists and bohemian types meeting at sidewalk cafés and salons, everyone in love with life and each other. Add to that dreamy vision Majorie Priceman’s wildly exuberant, free-spirited art, and I was a goner before alighting on the first page.

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