Lot Essay
In his diary, Lartigue speaks of his love for his wife: "When the mediocrity of everything wears me down, or when I'm in a bad mood - sometimes without justification, sometimes simply because of the unpleasant thing Paris is infested with - then I run to her...my Florette. She is always waiting for me. She snuggles up in my arms and I let her magic come over me: I have found shelter from the outside world. Florette: rare human specimen, unspoiled by growing up...always natural, beautiful in the morning...always natural, beautiful in the evening. And intelligent. She is my lover and my friend. She gives me everything." (See Lartigue, Diary of a Century).