Anna L'estaque Brothel ❤️

About Strasbourg

Oi, precious, brothelsss, yesss, we knows ‘em! Slimy, stinky places, they is—hiss!—full of tricksy folk. Me, Gollum, I seen one, oh yesss, in a grubby alley, all shadows and giggles. “Amélie” tho, that’s me light, me happy—pure, she is, not like them brothel rats! Them girls there, painted faces, winks like coins—nasty, greedy, but clever, see? Hiss! Reminds me of Amélie’s café, but twisted—less sugar, more sweat.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cézanne from the Courtauld Collection Heads to Christie’s