The hillock square is my favorite place in Paris. I sat down in the cafe under a lush tree in the middle of the square and ordered desserts and coffee. The sun shines through the leaves and is printed on the oil painting beside me. I was sitting here, the sunburned cheeks were slightly hot, chatting with the people I love, and feeling happy is not true. I also bought the work of a silver-haired old man here. I was told that he was a Hong Kong native. When he was young, he went to Paris Academy of Fine Arts to study painting. Later he went to Japan and returned to Paris.
Following a tiny flagstone road, we reached Place du Tertre, where the small stores on both sides both had oil paintings hung in them. It was very artistic.
In the square there was an artist who painted portraits of tourists, of course this was romantic and artistic Paris.
There were many artists in Place du Tertre. The square full of fallen golden leaves was quite romantic, this is an artist’s heaven.
The artists in Place du Tertre had small posts where they made portraits of people, paintings of street scenes, sold paintings. At the deepest level Paris has an artistic essence. Also, here I encountered a Chinese artist, who also makes his paintings in Place du Tertre, and for the artists, making their paintings here is something that is happy occupation.