A painting of a couple of guys taking a cigarette break in Paris. Even though I don't smoke, I do like the smell of a bit of cigarette smoke. One of the things I first noticed about Paris, which made the personality of the city so distinct, was the smell. It smelled like a combination of old buildings, cologne, wine, food and cigarette smoke, and it seemed as though the smell built upon itself over the years, so now a little of the oldest scent still seems to remain. It is one of my favorite things about the city, and it wouldn't be the same without the tobacco smell. Oil on Canvas, 16" x 12". SOLD.
