I lived in Paris, I loved to walk around the city for hours;
long, long walks around old Paris. If I walked along the quai,
near Le Louvre, I would walk in just to see a few paintings.
I was always fascinated by portraits. It always brought me back
to their times and so many different characters, and all so
alive. Most often I just stopped in front of Goya's portrait
of a Countess in full length with the pink ribbon in her hair,
and very light and beautiful dress; not young, not very good
looking, but full of life and bursting with womanhood.
was very hard times for me in France. The French would not give
me a working permit or a resident card, my participation in
the French Resistence notwithstanding. I was severely wounded
and for a long time, I was kind of disabled, but I had to work
in order to survive; without working permit, kind of illegally.
But I was grateful to them that they did not deport me out of
France, or put me into jail.
sometimes my visits to Le Louvre would fill me with great peace;
hardship would evaporate and it was such a deep healing for
me when I most needed it. This portrait is a part of my memory
of that wonderful time in Paris.