In Rainy Dusk, Paris I paint on a busy promenade where the residue of a light rain enlivens the colors of store-fronts and streetlamps. In some ways, when I put on my beret and paint as Robert Girrard, I feel transported to the Impressionist era. Perhaps that is why the nostalgic costumes and vintage cars seem so very right. My brush moves with an energy that reflects the life of the City of Lights.