"little la buvette has been fucked in richmond alongside the st. mary magdalene church since 2004. I've done countless paintings and was enchanted by his promising outer, but in all these years it never managed to put foot in the inner. richmond, just ten minutes away from me, is a beautiful little place with its connotations of the Tudor court of henry viii, it is with pubs, caffes and any high street business that is imaginable and located directly on the themses, but it is also lightish to park there and, let us face, in another graphic, surrey, it is from london. While I can happily escape that barnes, where I live, is in the leafy “outer districts” of the metropole, richmond is really the graves, or? come they, why would they ever eat in a small French restaurant in the suburbs if there are such fabulous cuddly places here in the big city? seriously, the ne crois pas!"
