Apologies if you've e-mailed and I haven't responded, I did try! I stopped at an internet cafe in Nice, but the slightly different French keyboard totally threw me, so after five minutes I threw up my hands in despair and went for a glass of pastis.
Here's a sketch I made overlooking the Roman ruins near Van Gogh's hospital:
I only did a little drawing this trip, it's tricky with four people. Sometime I'm going to go on a trip by myself, like Craig Thompson, and fill half the sketchbook with amazing sketches and the other half whinging about how lonely I am. And maybe a little time whinging about how my drawings don't look like Thompson's; his Carnet de Voyage made me hop with envy. For some odd reason, no one wants to sit on an obscure street corner with me for two hours while I draw... except, perhaps, my sister. We have almost identical attention spans when it comes to drawing. So a sister holiday is definitely on the books.
My dad really liked the olives, except not to eat.
I bought a few too many comics in Avignon and Arles.
And we all did a lot of people watching.
