Done on the steps of the Basilica of the Sacre Coeur when I was there in 1991. I disliked everything in France's cities; the countryside was divine, however. The nose in the charcoal is much more cute than my real nose. Most folks, including I, agree that the artist did capture my eyes. Also, this piece proves I borrowed my mother's earrings without asking. I am still living that one down, among other things from my youth.