About a week ago, my husband and I were in wonderful Paris. Every once in a while, we would try to find a Tennessee connection... or more accurately, a Tennessee recognition among the French we met.
Sadly, Johnny Cash isn't a name Parisians find too familiar. Elvis, however, was always a known personage as was my dad's favorite, Jack Daniel's Tennessee whiskey. Our boutique hotel's bar carried the very best Jack, Jack's single barrel. Another sported Gentlemen Jack on its shelves. Black Label was in evidence just about everywhere else spirits were sold. Amazing! There may be more Jack in Paris bars than Nashville ones. Of course, in Lynchburg, Tennessee, home of the Daniel's distillery, there are no bars at all!
My painting isn't a Parisian still life. It was painted in my house with a bottle of Black Label and my great grandmother's cut glass.