“The Germans arrived in May 1940 and started looting. My father rented a castle in Bordeaux on the Vichy side and transferred most of his paintings to this place. We quickly followed him. The Germans crossed the non-occupied area in 1942, and arrests and deportations began. We are stuck. My father paid two Basque shepherds to take me across the mountains to Spain. He gave me a few documents to carry, a portfolio of works, and two diaries. That was the last time I saw him.”
There"s a loud honking on Duke Street; The pigeons flew over the shaded courtyard.
“It wasn"t until many years later that I read the diaries. In one book my father told of a painting he had seen in Paris at the house of a man named Isaac Weinberg.”
"Marguerite Gachet at the dressing table".
“Wienberg told my father t
