Without Lifting A Finger

I passed it once going south/southeast (we'd just left Avignon and were heading for Antibes), but we didn't stop. I doubt I even have a photo from that time (as I recall it was very difficult to pull over and get a shot). From Photobucket: 

History = God has lauded them both--one for perfecting a single method, the other for passionately seeking "another method." [Of course the above is overly facile (I will always be a novice). I'm just giving voice (coalesced in me) to something expressed by a friend long ago.] 

From Part II: The Lesson of Mont Sainte-Victoire : I sat near them, reading Balzac's story "The Unknown Masterpiece," about Frenhofer, the unsuccessful painter, with whose longing for a perfect and therefore real picture Cezanne identified himself, and discovered that French culture had become the home I had always longed for. Of course this sent me running to read Balzac's story (I have a ton of Balzac on Kindle but have yet to read anything but this story).  A short and ok story which not only Cezanne but apparently Picasso identified with (see http://web.org.uk/picasso/balzac.html ).