. Fragments of an autobiography . CHAPTER IV. MY FIRST COMMISSION toell i^emenrbcF how i got my first commission and earned the firstmoney in the exercise of my came about in this way. I was down by the Quais of oldParis, close to the Pont des Aveugles, drawing theParisian workman as he took his midday rest. TheQuais had not yet got as strait-laced as they arenow, and the river flowed its pleasant course with-out much police supervision. There was the loveliestof buildings, the Louvre, but it had not made morethan a start towards the Tuileries, with which itwas in but a few years
. Fragments of an autobiography . CHAPTER IV. MY FIRST COMMISSION toell i^emenrbcF how i got my first commission and earned the firstmoney in the exercise of my came about in this way. I was down by the Quais of oldParis, close to the Pont des Aveugles, drawing theParisian workman as he took his midday rest. TheQuais had not yet got as strait-laced as they arenow, and the river flowed its pleasant course with-out much police supervision. There was the loveliestof buildings, the Louvre, but it had not made morethan a start towards the Tuileries, with which itwas in but a few years to join stones. I was often down there sketching, and I alwaysfound willing models amongst the friendly natives inblouses. The Parisian has an ever-varying way ofasking you to take his likeness. Tirez ma binette, Fixez moi cette frimousse, or, Relevez moi leplan de mon image, are amongst those I recollect. Draw my mug, we might say, although translationdoes not go far to render that sort of colloquialism.— Fix my phiz, and Just you give m
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