A few weeks ago, at our local art gallery book sale, an old numbered orange Penguin caught my eye. Now there’s nothing unusual about that, but there were a few unusual things about this particular book.
The price appeared on the cover, and it was in dollars and cents, not pounds shillings and pence. I wonder how my book found its way across the Atlantic.
And when I opened it I found few words, but many wonderful pictures.
I was charmed.
I had discovered Raymond Peynet, and “Les Amoureux de Peynet.” A poet and his lady-love. A couple with such wonderful Gallic charm, whose pictures said so much about love, attraction and romance.
And I had a book that I could happily keep on my bedside table, so that I could meander through its pages and smile over and over again.
Not a book of words but a book of images, so I will share just a few:
There is much more to discover at the official website of Raymond Peynet.
I suspect that I will be visiting often …