As a matter of fact it is a universal phenomenon, but it was more obvious in Paris where they were constantly rubbing shoulders with foreigners. People were damn down to earth, with no illusions. I read in this epoch that many young women chose to be lesbian to avoid having children. Children in general were treated roughly, paying dearly for the bad humour of their parents. I didn't like it that her show was placed there, considering it a wound to her memory, but for curators the things of art are obviously more important than the vicissitudes of the creators.
Naked women sit in various poses in a circle, concentrating on their conversation.
I felt a warm feeling, like a spiritual contact with the artist, transcending the dimensions of time and space. In the Museum of Antoine Bourdelle's work. I also went to the Polish Library which was founded at the beginning of the 19th century. The book had been carried as quickly as possible by horse-drawn carriage from Nuremburg to reach the dying Copernicus and give him a chance to hold his book in his hands. I also saw a book printed for Prince de Valais a few months before he ascended the Polish throne, to give him some knowledge about his future Kingdom.