Claude Monet La Grenouillere

Claude Monet La GrenouillereFabian Perez TangoFabian Perez FlamencoFabian Perez Flamenco DancerJohannes Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat
The singing wasn't particularly good. The only word the singer appeared to know was 'la', but she was making it work hard. The general tune gave the impression that the singer believed that people were supposed to sing 'lalala' in certain circumstances, and was determined to do what the world expected of her.
The Fool -seed, which is for inflammation of the ears . . .'
Even Nanny Ogg, who took a fairly cheerful view of the world, would have been hard put to say anything complimentary about Magrat's voice. But it fell on the Fool's ears like blossom.risked raising his head a little further, and saw Magrat for the first time.She had stopped dancing rather self-consciously through the narrow meadow and was trying to plait some daisies in her hair, without much success.The Fool held his breath. On long nights on the hard flagstones he had dreamed of women like her. Although, if he really thought about it, not much like her; they were better endowed around the chest, their noses weren't so red and pointed, and their hair tended to flow more. But the Fool's libido was bright enough to tell the difference between the impossible and the conceivably attainable, and hurriedly cut in some filter circuits.Magrat was picking flowers and talking to them. The Fool strained to hear.'Here's Woolly Fellwort,' she said. 'And Treacle Worm