A thing of beauty is a joy for ever : its lovelyness increases, it will never pass into nothingness, but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams and health, and quiet wreathing.
AHHH what a lovely story re the painting ! I take pictures all the time of things I know I will never see again !! What a feast for me today I was brought up with my father always singing French songs when I was a child and Paris I love THANKYOU fay