We visited the monastery again, before going to the airport. Two large coaches were in the car park.
As I drew the chapel, fragments of dialogue in French and German floated by. A French-speaker was relieved at last to have a call from Yves. He described in detail where the car was, naming the Greek village. He must insist it be ready by Thursday.
A woman with a German American accent told me my drawing was beautiful. I told her I was glad she liked it.
By and large people were respectful and did not stand in front of me while I sketched. But, according to John, a guy with a big heavy camera photographed the drawing, over my shoulder, without my knowing.
After an hour and a half John came to alert me that we should leave in 5 minutes.
Pen and ink. 1 hour 40.
Here’s what it looked like before adding the tones:
