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Everyone Goes To The 'grands-boulevards' (in Paris, Ed.) And Let Himself Loose... ...do Not Picture These In Costume, They Are Not For The Most Part... ...perhaps A Clown With A Big Nose, Or Two Girls With Bare Necks And Short Skirts... ...the Parade Of The Queens Of The Halls (markets) Is Also One Of The Events... ...some Are Pretty But Look Awkward In Their Silk Dresses And Crowns, Particularly As The Broad Sun Displays Their Defects - Perhaps A Neck Too Thin Or A Painted Face Which Shows Ghastley White In The Sunlight.

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Everyone Goes To The

Edward Hopper

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Everyone Goes To The 'grands-boulevards' (in Paris, Ed.) And Let Himself Loose... ...do Not Picture These In Costume, They Are Not For The Most Part... ...perhaps A Clown With A Big Nose, Or Two Girls With Bare Necks And Short Skirts... ...the Parade Of The Queens Of The Halls (markets) Is Also One Of The Events... ...some Are Pretty But Look Awkward In Their Silk Dresses And Crowns, Particularly As The Broad Sun Displays Their Defects - Perhaps A Neck Too Thin Or A Painted Face Which Shows Ghastley White In The Sunlight.

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