If you have passed one month among the people condemned to hard work in the fields, with black bread and water, and you then find that gang of golden parasites ['nos petites poupées', he called the women from Paris; the rich and super-rich to spend their summers in Deauville and Trouville.] with such a triumphant air, you can't help feeling a bit of pity.


As quoted in exh. text; 'Eugène Boudin', ed. Christoph Bode, Musée Jacquemart-André, Paris, July 2013


If you have passed one month among the people condemned to hard work in the fields, with black bread and water, and you then find that gang of golden ...

If you have passed one month among the people condemned to hard work in the fields, with black bread and water, and you then find that gang of golden ...

If you have passed one month among the people condemned to hard work in the fields, with black bread and water, and you then find that gang of golden ...

If you have passed one month among the people condemned to hard work in the fields, with black bread and water, and you then find that gang of golden ...