Since I moved to Bordeaux, my routine has been disrupted, to say the least. I started out trying to find a pub to sketch in, just like I would do back home. Couple of problems cropped up pretty quickly.
One, art draws a lot of attention in France. a lot. And I'm in a city with the largest population of college students in Europe; smart inquisitive young people, many of them studying art. So it's one awkward exchange after another, where I can't understand them.
For another, I miss my pub. I miss my friends and the people I love that revolved around that place. So when I go into another place and grab a beer and start to sketch, a deep sadness seeps in. Like I'm cheating on a lover that I still love.
I'm sure it will get better. But for now, the drawings are fewer. And harder.