Grantaire

It's been raining for the past several days, and though it might later again today, Grantaire is exhausted with grey skies and cold breezes. It's the sort of prolonged gloomy weather you'd like to sleep through, preferably with someone in bed with you, and that's all right if that person doesn't have to go to work. All right, so this is not unlike spring in France, but not in any real way that makes him nostalgic: the poetry of a reflection in the Seine broken by rainfall goes only so far when you're sodden.

So, in this burst of relative sunshine, he's taken his charcoals and watercolors and set himself up at the park; he puts up the little portable easel under a tree and begins to gets himself situated, looking around for a subject. Perhaps it looks a bit pretentious, but he'll allow it for the sake of a good angle.