Paul Cezanne Straw Vase painting

Paul Cezanne Straw Vase paintingPaul Cezanne Still Life with Kettle paintingPaul Cezanne Still Life with Fruit painting
In Europe my wife was sometimes taken for an American because of her dapper and jaunty way of dressing, and the curiously hygienic quality of her prettiness; in America she assumed an English softness and reticence. She arrived a day or two before me, and was on the pier when my ship docked.
‘It has been a long time,’ she said fondly when we met. She had not joined the expedition; she explained to our friends that the country was unsuitable and she had her son at Home. There was also a daughter now, she remarked, and it came back to me that there had been talk of this before I started, as an additional reason for her staying behind. There had been some mention of it, too, in her letters. ‘I don’t believe you read my letters,’ she said that night, when at last, late, after a dinner party and some hours at a cabaret, we found ourselves alone in our hotel bedroom.