On my way to the museum
Tucked underneath my jacket is the painting from the vendor I purchased just a moment ago from Marchand. The autograph on it stated it came from one "Van Gogh." I've heard inklings of participatory lauds from this relative unknown, but the dreamy cityscapes are a bit intense, and sure to eke intelligent conversation. Hopefully my newfound treasure on canvas will gather a hefty sum as it hangs in proud splendor. I did find it strange though that as soon as I purchased it from Marchand, he quickly closed shop, and so did Tolouse and quite the dark stare he gave me!... gathering all wares, then scampering into the Parisian bustle. "Merci!" I said and with that he was off. Still...rather strange, I thought. Never no mind! I'll be a few francs richer. Come, Ana Aiis! Let's find my friend, Arnoud, and see what goes.