Funny how a masterpiece can sometimes eradicate from our memory, the memory of something which in-principle, has not frank with him. And what's even funnier is that the drawer where slept this little thing is capable of opening almost instantaneously, ie without the need to look long table that has awakened.
So the other day when my computer screen had to hold myself the Moulin de la Galette Pierre-Auguste Renoir, I could hear in my head and in less time than it takes to write, sing Jean Gabin "When you walk along the water" , the well-known song of the Belle team, this film by Julien Duvivier which I say in passing that part of the French film heritage, it is a shame that to see, yet we are forced to resort to good old VHS tape.
However, after finding the words to this air, this air where Jean Gabin rolls r scarcely credible, r of which are, after all, more typical of pre-war tunes that his diction, but would eventually be explained, since Renoir's painting depicts the same bracket as the song happiness conveyed exactly sixty years later. The same bracket of happiness, effect, namely that because the painter had not placed his easel in a posh neighborhood of Paris and he had so completely removed from the deliberate Montmartre at the time, either under his picture, the nightmare of misery brought these huts which were held just standing there is no need for making art history at the school to conclude that people who spins the ball right in his blue dress, this crowd admirable dancers to spark their beautiful glances around, tons of charming smiles and maybe even the Pretties because bristling doubts, "I'm in your arms, so small" expensive, certainly, Lucienne Boyer, but also my princess ;-), would go back after having finished with the tireless small steps dance and stored in their cupboards, fine Sunday clothes they had perhaps not, " radishes from the daily grind we win without enthusiasm, the property-reuh! the percepteu-reuh! reuh and baker! " short, all the drivers and actors of this " Dog's Life " that led the heroes of the great team when the clock did not sound the hour of beautiful Sunday to spend Nogent. Besides, if all these, the fleeting moment of happiness, not to cost the smell of flowers, blue and green made a walk along the water, made them drunk on the cheap , it was surely true for the characters of Renoir's painting, the price of their bracket to reduce them to free themselves of a dance, at worst, the effort required to invite a partner.
The fact that the Moulin de la Galette handed me the anthem in memory of the Belle team had nothing extraordinary, the general idea conveyed by the table with just excited me with an ear for having already heard elsewhere, responded as if by reflex. That said, what luck that the song that never failed to r, because, hear Johnny, an interpreted Gabin which can not be stressed enough that it was much better beautiful loser in that grandpa Duvivier gangster under the pen still a little too eager for good words Audiard, saying he knew "people CAFA rrrr two that all the time to do hair and rrrr vent spinning Elsewhere rrrr s in a world Best-rrrr , and they spend a lot of sorrel-uh! to discover merrrrveille-uh! " and it made him sick at heart" because there is no need , power rrrrrrr rrrr t opening a corner, where one does rrrr ouve well to inquire whether loooooooin ... ", I finally found this little corner of heaven that the painter did not want to paint over his ball scene. To imagine this blue background sprinkled with white spots, as can be any spring sky who respects himself, and placed directly under the feet of these two dancers left who seem somewhat isolate the group, giving the impression that these two waltzing on a cloud, or float in the air or they have no basis on anything that would take them back right away to the land and the Parisian probable dog's life they lead there, I even thought that Renoir had placed there on purpose as if he intended to say that the soil of Moulin de la Galette - corner where one is good and that it is useless to look any further - accounted for all of her dancers not the only piece of sky as possible, but the one "for not che rrrr! " they could afford, time to dance, the time of a Sunday afternoon.
So the other day when my computer screen had to hold myself the Moulin de la Galette Pierre-Auguste Renoir, I could hear in my head and in less time than it takes to write, sing Jean Gabin "When you walk along the water" , the well-known song of the Belle team, this film by Julien Duvivier which I say in passing that part of the French film heritage, it is a shame that to see, yet we are forced to resort to good old VHS tape.
However, after finding the words to this air, this air where Jean Gabin rolls r scarcely credible, r of which are, after all, more typical of pre-war tunes that his diction, but would eventually be explained, since Renoir's painting depicts the same bracket as the song happiness conveyed exactly sixty years later. The same bracket of happiness, effect, namely that because the painter had not placed his easel in a posh neighborhood of Paris and he had so completely removed from the deliberate Montmartre at the time, either under his picture, the nightmare of misery brought these huts which were held just standing there is no need for making art history at the school to conclude that people who spins the ball right in his blue dress, this crowd admirable dancers to spark their beautiful glances around, tons of charming smiles and maybe even the Pretties because bristling doubts, "I'm in your arms, so small" expensive, certainly, Lucienne Boyer, but also my princess ;-), would go back after having finished with the tireless small steps dance and stored in their cupboards, fine Sunday clothes they had perhaps not, " radishes from the daily grind we win without enthusiasm, the property-reuh! the percepteu-reuh! reuh and baker! " short, all the drivers and actors of this " Dog's Life " that led the heroes of the great team when the clock did not sound the hour of beautiful Sunday to spend Nogent. Besides, if all these, the fleeting moment of happiness, not to cost the smell of flowers, blue and green made a walk along the water, made them drunk on the cheap , it was surely true for the characters of Renoir's painting, the price of their bracket to reduce them to free themselves of a dance, at worst, the effort required to invite a partner. The fact that the Moulin de la Galette handed me the anthem in memory of the Belle team had nothing extraordinary, the general idea conveyed by the table with just excited me with an ear for having already heard elsewhere, responded as if by reflex. That said, what luck that the song that never failed to r, because, hear Johnny, an interpreted Gabin which can not be stressed enough that it was much better beautiful loser in that grandpa Duvivier gangster under the pen still a little too eager for good words Audiard, saying he knew "people CAFA rrrr two that all the time to do hair and rrrr vent spinning Elsewhere rrrr s in a world Best-rrrr , and they spend a lot of sorrel-uh! to discover merrrrveille-uh! " and it made him sick at heart" because there is no need , power rrrrrrr rrrr t opening a corner, where one does rrrr ouve well to inquire whether loooooooin ... ", I finally found this little corner of heaven that the painter did not want to paint over his ball scene. To imagine this blue background sprinkled with white spots, as can be any spring sky who respects himself, and placed directly under the feet of these two dancers left who seem somewhat isolate the group, giving the impression that these two waltzing on a cloud, or float in the air or they have no basis on anything that would take them back right away to the land and the Parisian probable dog's life they lead there, I even thought that Renoir had placed there on purpose as if he intended to say that the soil of Moulin de la Galette - corner where one is good and that it is useless to look any further - accounted for all of her dancers not the only piece of sky as possible, but the one "for not che rrrr! " they could afford, time to dance, the time of a Sunday afternoon. 
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