旅する絵描き――パリからの手紙伊勢英子 Ｙよ、元気かい。 僕は今パリに

旅する絵描き――パリからの手紙

伊勢英子


Ｙよ、元気かい。
僕は今パリにいる。
パリのアパルトマンでこれを書いている。
驚かせてすまない。
東京の下宿でもなく旅先のカフェでもない、異国のアパルトマンで手紙を書いているんだからね。
自分だって驚くよ。
前へ前へ歩いていけば、モチーフはいつだって向こうからやって来る、と前に書いたよね。
その僕が今、立ち止まって、しばらくここに住んでみようって気になっているのだから、自分だってどうしていいかわからないくらい、驚いているんだよ。
僕は、すごいモチーフに捕まってしまったらしい。
美しい風景でも流れる雲でもない。
前に描いた枯れたひまわりの群生でもないよ。
窓だ。
何の変哲もない窓なんだ。
縦一メートル×横一・五メートルもない小さな窓だ。
こんなシンプルな窓、華やかなパリでは珍しいよ。
レースのカーテンも鉢植えのベランダもない。

ねえ、想像してみておくれよ。
僕は今パリにいて、カルチエ・ラタンとよばれるパリの中心街のさらにど真ん中を歩いていたんだよ。
東に百メートルも行けば、ノートルダム寺院やパリ警察、裁判所、市庁舎があり、南へ五百メートルも下ればリュクサンブール公園、ソルボンヌ大学。
西にはオルセー美術館、ボザール（国立美術学校）、ピカソのアトリエ跡やドラクロワが住んでいた家などがあって、サン・ジェルマン・デ・プレ教会やサン・ミッシェル広場は冬でも観光客や若者でいっぱいだ。
民族のるつぼみたいに肌の色の違う人たちが働いていて、昨日から一斉に冬の名物のバーゲンが始まったせいか、店やデパートの窓という窓に赤や青や白のSOLDES（特売）50％、30％などの文字が躍っている。

僕を捕らえたのはそんなぎらぎらの窓ではない。
ちょっとうつむいて歩いていれば、目の端にさえ入らないような窓だったんだ。
サン・ミッシェル広場から、たった一本入っただけだというのに、全ての喧騒が消え、まるでそこだけ時代から取り残されて今日まで来てしまったという感じの路地だ。
さっき一匹の黒い犬がひとりで散歩していたから、思わずその「詩のような風景」をスケッチ帳に収穫した。
そのスケッチを同封するよ。

ところで、話を窓に戻すよ。
──窓越しに見えたのは、いや見えたのではない。
僕を呼び止め、足を止めさせたのは、窓ガラスの向こうの本だった。
赤や紺や茶色の革表紙の、異なる大きさの本が、金箔の文字や装飾を施されて輝きながら、その美しい背表紙をガラスの外に向けて立っていたんだ。

辞書のようなもの、文学全集のようなもの、聖書のようなもの、十数冊はあったと思う。
中世の本みたいなのもあった。
そして、その本たちの向こうに机と棚があって、丸めた紙や色とりどりの羊皮が所狭しと押し込められているのが見えた。
机の上に電気スタンドが光の輪を落としていた。
そこに浮き出されるようにして、一人の老人が何かの作業をしていたんだ。
そう、黙々と机の上の物に向かって仕事をしているんだ。

手には糸と針。
何を縫っているんだ？
窓の外の僕なんかに目もくれず、ひたすら手を動かしている。
地味な紺色のセーター姿で、手を動かすたびに耳の上で真っ白い髪が揺れた。
美しいたたずまいだった。
そして老人の周囲には静かな力強さと温かい落ち着いた空気が漂っていた。
老人は本をかがっていたんだ。
眼鏡を掛けているけど、そんなもの必要ないようだった。
束ねた紙の穴に針を通し、規則正しく複雑な回路で手を動かしては次の穴に針を運ぶ。
その様子は、まるで「手で見ている」としか思えない早業だった。

窓のすぐ脇に小さな扉があった。
人一人がやっと通れるくらいのガラス戸で、窓と同じく質素だから郵便配達以外、誰もここが入り口だなんてわからないだろう。
何かメモのようなものがはってある。
僕はのぞいてみた
──「ワタシハ、イカナル商業的本モ買ワナイ、売ラナイ」──
そして、平日は9:30―17:00、水曜日は9:30―12:00、とある。
ここは本に関係する工房なのだ。
この人は本を造っているのだろうか、まさか、このなんでも機械でできる時代に、ＩＴの時代に一冊ずつ手造りで？
それとも本の修復をやっているのだろうか。

もう一度扉の紙片に目を移す。
Relieur-Doreur A.M. とあった。
僕は急いで辞書をめくった。
Relieurは製本屋、造本屋。
Doreurは金箔師、金の型押しで文字や装飾を手作業で造る職人のことだ。

窓ガラスの向こうで光の粒子が揺れた。
老人は仕事の手を止め、鼻眼鏡のまま外を見た。
目が合った。
その目は今の今まで手元の仕事に集中していた目だ。
鋭かった。
だがすぐに、目にいたずらっ子のような表情が広がり、優しいじいさんの顔になった。
僕はどきどきしながら思い切りほほ笑み返した。

窓ガラスの向こうの姿がすっと左へ消えたかと思ったら、さっきの紙片がはってあった扉が開いて、じいさんが出てきた。
「見るか？」
──僕は耳まで真っ赤になったのが自分でもわかった。
でも、じいさんはとても自然なやり方で、僕を扉の中に招き入れてくれたんだ。
紙と羊皮とさまざまな機械と工具と、ほこりでいっぱいの工房に──。
これが、僕とRelieurじいさんの出会いの全てだ。
そして、僕がここにとどまることになった物語の「始まり」だ。


Ｙよ。
君があきれるくらい、僕はあちこち旅をしてきた。
そして旅先でいろんな人に出会った。
どこの国でもどこの街でも、老人は暇そうか、寂しげか、群れておしゃべりをしていた。
でなければ腹と顎を突き出して大声で演説をしていた。

でも、あの人は、別の空気をもっていた。
そして、あの窓の向こう側にはなんて大きな、僕の知らない世界が広がっていたのだろう。

僕は興奮して寝つけないので、夜中だけどこれを書いている。
あれから──僕が窓に引き寄せられ、おじさん（とても老人とはよべない）が扉を開けてくれてから──仕事場を見せてもらったんだ。
針と糸でかがっていたのはモリエール（一六二二──一六七三）の作品だった。
いったい何百年前の本なのだろう。
机の上には表紙のなくなったもの、糸がほつれて崩れかかった紙の塊、破れたり虫食いやしみでいっぱいの、もう本とはよべないようなもの（そんなものまで、生き返らせるらしい）。
机の上、台という台に、そんな元本が山のように積み上げられていた。
注文してもみんな何か月も待たされるんだって。

表紙の土台になる厚紙の裁断から始まって、背の装飾のためのレリーフの型作り、羊皮なめし、裏布（紙）の選択、カット、羊皮巻き付け、のり付け、プレス、乾燥、金箔押し……聞いただけではこれくらいしか覚え切れなかったけど、Relieurには約六十工程くらいの作業があるんだって。

本のしみを取るには、いったん本を解体し、一見開きごとに薬の入った液体に浸し、乾かし、また浸し……を四回繰り返すんだ。
破れたり欠けてしまった角などは、日本の和紙のような半透明の薄紙で補強する。
何百ページの本の全てをそうやって修復するのだから、気の遠くなるような作業だよ。

表紙用の羊皮はそのままでは硬くて使えない。
特別のへらでこすって柔らかくするんだけど、ほこりとしか思えないような細かい細かい粉状の物がゆっくり革からはがされ、革は薄く柔らかくなっていく。
三十センチ四方をなめすのに立ちっ放しで全身の神経と力を手に集中させること一時間。
話しかけるのもはばかられるすごい形相だった。
革は均等に美しく平らになった。
この作業がいちばん「きつい。」とおじさんは言う。
今ではRelieurも分業になったり、羊皮なめしだけは機械に頼ったりの時代になったけど、おじさんは全て自分の手でやるんだって。

おじさんの手のスケッチ、同封するよ。
職人の手だ。
関節がこぶみたいで、指なんかもう手の甲の側にしなって、ものすごく柔らかいんだ。
ごついのに温かい手だ。
おじさんの鋭いのにあったかいあの目と同じ質のものだ。

おじさんは、今八十歳!! で六十年もこの仕事をしているそうだ。
お父さんもRelieurの職人だった。
何人もの弟子を抱えていて、工房は今のおじさんの仕事場よりずっと大きくて、ノートルダム寺院の前の橋を渡った所に今もその建物（今は別人の住宅となっているが）はあるという。

僕はもっともっとおじさんのこと、Relieurの仕事のことを知りたいと思った。
この、人の心を包み込むような空気はどこからきているのだろう。
おじさんの髪は真っ白だけど、眉毛は黒くて長い。
そのはっきりした眉の下に濃い青緑の瞳が深い情熱と知性をたたえている。
おじさんは話すとき、じっと僕の顔を見る。
その目は好奇心でいっぱいの子供のようにも見えたりする。

僕は自己紹介がうまくできない（フランス語は発音が難しい）。
だから、旅のスケッチ帳を見せたんだ。
言葉は通じなくても描いたときの気持ちや空気は絵から伝わるはずだ。
おじさんの目がまた鋭く光った。
そして、僕の年くらいのとき、おじさんも絵描きになりたかったんだ、と言った。

戦争がおじさんの夢を別の形に変えた。
おじさんはお父さんの工房で働き、その仕事を受け継いだ。
今では自分の息子にも教えながら、外国から何人もの弟子入りがあるほど、パリでは数人しかいない最後の「手仕事」の人となった。

冬のパリは早く暮れる。
五時になったので、おじさんは仕事場を閉め、「ちょっとだけ歩こう。」と言った。
僕たちは時代から取り残されたような路地を抜け、イルミネーションとSOLDESの文字の躍るサン・ミッシェル広場に出た。
前をまっすぐ見て、雑踏を泳ぐように歩く後ろ姿は八十歳の老人とは思えない。
背も僕より高いくらいだ。異国情緒のごった煮みたいなレストランやカフェ（ギリシャ、アラブ、中国、ベトナムなど……）でいっぱいの裏道を幾筋か歩いていくと、突然、質素な小さな教会の前に出た。

サン・ジュリアン・ル・ポーヴル（貧しい聖人ジュリアンという意味か）教会──庭がそのまま境目もなく木々と芝生の公園につながっている。
公園の向こうでノートルダムの鐘が鳴っていた。
イチイやプラタナスの植え込みを圧倒してそびえ立つ一本の古木が夕方の薄明かりの中にシルエットになって立っていた。
「Robinier 1602」年と札がある。
イヌアカシアだ。
幹や枝のこぶや節がおじさんの手を思わせた。

教会の真正面の建物の三階を指しておじさんがつぶやいた。
「父の工房だった所だ。子供の私は毎朝窓からノートルダムを眺め、このサン･ジュリアン教会の前を通って学校に行ったんだよ。」
おじさんはここに一九三七年から一九七二年まで住んでいたんだって。

僕は圧倒されて立ち尽くした。
何十年前の少年が見た風景が、そのままここにあるんだよ。
工房のあった建物も、教会も、イヌアカシアの木も。
ノートルダム寺院は十二世紀から二百年かけて建設され、木は四百年生き続け、おじさんは三代続いてRelieurの仕事をしてきた──僕なんか、なんでもない小さな点みたいだなって、思った。

「あしたも仕事見に来るか？」おじさんの声はかぎりなく優しかった。
「Oui.」教会の前で握手して別れた。
それから僕は急いで安ホテルを探すことにした。
──ああ、夜が明けそうだ。
この続きはまたすぐ書こう。

結果 (英語) 1:

Painter to travel--a letter from ParisISE Eiko Y'll fine you. I'm now in Paris. Write this in a flat in Paris. Surprise, I'm sorry. No boarders in Tokyo, travel Cafe, not because I'm writing a letter in the apartment of a foreign country. Even I am surprised. I wrote before you walked ahead to the motif is always come,. I'm wondering about becoming that I stop now and let us live here for a while is because I do not know. I wow motif got stuck in it. No clouds in the beautiful scenery.No clumps of dried sunflowers painted ago.It's Windows.I'm what a nondescript window.Height 1 m × next to 1.5 m is not the small Windows.In such a simple window, ornate Paris.Lace Curtains and potted balcony are not. And hey, imagine.I'm in Paris right now, walking in Paris called Quartier even was.If you go 100 meters to the East, Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris police, courts, City Hall, 500 meters further south the Luxembourg Gardens, the Sorbonne University.House Atelier traces of the Orsay Museum, Beaux-Arts (national fine arts school), Picasso and Delacroix lived in the West, Saint-Michel square and Saint-Germain des Pres is even in the winter filled with tourists and young people..Yesterday started bargain winter specialties together, different skin color like a melting pot of ethnic groups who worked in all the Windows of shops and department stores leaping characters such as 30% the SOLDES of red and blue and white (sale), 50%. It is not so glaringly window caught me.I'm was a window, if you walk a little bashful head down even to the edge of the eye does not.It's a feeling that disappeared from the place Saint Michel, the single only that it, all the hustle and bustle, as there just left from the era has come to today's Alley.Just a black dog was walking alone from involuntarily harvested the poetic landscape sketch book.I enclose a sketch. By the way, back to the Windows.─ ─ I looked through the window has not appeared.Across the glass windows of my feet have stopped the book was.Sizes in red, dark blue and brown leather-bound book with gold leaf letters and decorative glow a beautiful spine stood towards the outside of the glass, I was. I think it was like a dictionary, such as literary works, like a Bible, dozen books.Like a medieval book.Then I saw crammed and rounded desk and shelves in their book beyond paper and coloured Sheepskin and tucked.On the desk lamp had dropped the circle of light.An old man doing something, I will stand out there like.So, I and work toward the things on the desk. Yarn and needles in hand.I have sew what? Out the window I don't even bother, just moving out.True on the ears, every move the hands in a sober Navy blue sweater I rocked white-haired.It was a lovely atmosphere.And hung a quiet and warm, calm air around the old man.@tat this is an old man, I was.Wear glasses, but that was not necessary.Needle through the holes of bundled paper, move the hands in regular and complex circuit carries a needle on the next hole.Its appearance was a sleight looks "at hand" I can only imagine. Had the small door on the right side of the window.Glass houses people who barely is simple with Windows as well as from non-postal delivery, no one here is entrance I don't know.Something of note is pasted over.I poked─ ─ "watch the commercial book y Canal motor 買wanai, 売ranai" ─ ─And is on weekdays and 9:30-12:00, 9:30-17:00, on Wednesday.Here's the workshop related to the book.I wonder if this guy is building this, believe it or not, everything in the machine can be in this age, in the era of IT one hand? Will be doing book repair? Once again turning to the piece of paper in the door.Relieur-Doreur A and.I hastily turned the dictionary.Relieur's bookbinding and bookmaking shops.Doreur's craftsmanship in gold leaf master, gold embossed characters and decorations to build manually. On the other side of the window glass shook the particles of light.The old man stopped work, pince-nez remains watching outside.Eyes met.Its eyes until now concentrated on the job at hand, which is.Sharp.However, wide eye look like a spoiled brat kindness spread, flicked grandfather's face.Me and her smile returned. Been put on the piece of paper I thought beyond the windowpane abruptly left disappeared or door is open, he just came out."You see? 」─ ─ Red ears until I found myself became.But grandfather, it has got me invited to the inside of the door, in a very natural way.A Studio full of paper, Sheepskin and a variety of machines and tools, dust ─ ─.This is Relieur and my grandfather is's encounter all.And the beginning of the story was that I was here to stay. Y.As you are amazed I have traveling here and there.And met many people on the road.Where the country or city where the old man free, or lonely, or so was chatting with the crowd.Sticking out the belly and Chin should be, had a speech in a loud voice. However, he had the air of another.And will spread world!, I don't know on the other side of that window. Night excitement, difficulty falling asleep, so I'm writing this.From that ─ ─ I gravitate to the window, from the uncle (very old man and yobenai) opens the door for ─ ─ at work showed me.Molière is a needle and thread was dekagatte (1622 – – 1673) of work.I wonder what books hundreds of years before.Mass of crumbling ones no longer cover onto the desk, frayed thread, paper, torn, wormy and pleasure filled another yobenai book one (until the thing seems to be to revive).On the desk, to units of cars, that principal was stacked in the mountains.I'm also ordering everyone wait months. Starting from the cutting of cardboard to cover mounting, selection for tall decorative relief-making, tanning of sheep, backing cloth (paper), cutting and glueing sheep leather wrapped, press, dry, gold stamping. I have only heard about the only remember I couldn't, but I work about 60 processes Relieur said. Immerse in liquid stains out of the book, after book to dismantle a look opens each drug also dip the dry. I repeat 4 times.Corner torn, lost, reinforce with translucent tissue of the Japan paper.And repairing all of the hundreds of pages of books from the mind boggling task. Sheepskin cover for intact so hard and cannot be used.I'm rubbed with a special spatula, to soften the dust can only think like fine fine powdery substance slowly removed from the leather, thin leather goes soft.1 hours to rally stood 30 cm square tanning and systemic neuroscience and concentrate in the hands.It was a terrible look hesitates to start talking.Leather is equally beautiful and flattened.This is the most ' demanding. "And my uncle says.Now even Relieur or Division of labor, for developers only sheep tanning machine in my hand do all Uncle became an age, but I'm. I enclose a sketch of Carl.It's craftsmen.Joint is like hump and finger it again on the side of the back of the hand and a very soft I.It's rough to warm hands.It's that warm but his sharp eyes and the same quality. He is now 80 years old! In so doing this work 60 years.Dad was Relieur artisans.Having some disciples, Kobo is much larger than today's workplace and across the bridge in front of Notre Dame Cathedral is a building (now housing and the population of is) still says. I thought I was more and more want to work uncle, Relieur.It will air embraces this, people come from everywhere.His hair is white, but black eyebrows and long.Neat dark blue eyes deep passion and intelligence beneath their pronounced brow.When he speaks, look on my face.Their eyes to appear full of curious children as well. I introduce trouble (France, hard to pronounce).That's why I showed a sketch book of travel.When drew would get the word feeling and air should be handed down from the picture.My uncle's eyes glistened also sharply.Then said I, when much of the staff artist wanted to. War has changed to another uncle's dream.My uncle worked in dad's workshop, who inherited the job.Last hand enough now that tell their sons, while apprentice some from foreign countries, not only the number of people in Paris who became. Paris in winter grows dark early.At 5 pm, so close the work uncle, "just a little walk. "And the said.We went out to the Piazza San Michele tingling illuminations and SOLDES character, alley was left behind from the era.Look straight ahead and walk the crowded swim back doesn't and the 80-year-old man.It's much taller than me higher. Like a hodgepodge of exotic restaurants and cafes (Greece, Arab, China, Viet Nam, etc...) The walk down the back roads of some muscle, and suddenly went out in front of the small church, simple. Saint Julien Le Pover (poor Saints Julian mean?) Church ─ ─ without boundary between the garden has led to the Park's trees and lawn.On the other side of the Park was ringing the bells of Notre Dame.One overwhelmed, Sycamore and yew shrubbery and towering trees silhouette, stood in the Dim light of evening.There are Robinier 1602 and tags.It's in Acacia.Hump of the stem and branches and sections made of Carl. Pointing to the third floor of the building right in front of the Church, he tweeted."That was my father's workshop. I'm kid I every morning from the window views Notre Dame, went to school through the front of the Saint-Julien Church. 」He lived here from 1937 until 1972, it was. I'm overwhelmed, I stood.I've saw many decades before the boy is here in intact.Building of the Studio was also the Church in Acacia trees.200 years from the 12 century Notre-Dame was built, wood is alive 400 years Uncle been Relieur work followed by three generations ─ ─ I don't anything no small point like that, I thought. "Tomorrow and work come to see you? "His voice was unlimitedly kind.「Oui.」教会の前で握手して別れた。それから僕は急いで安ホテルを探すことにした。──ああ、夜が明けそうだ。この続きはまたすぐ書こう。

結果 (英語) 2:

Traveling painter - letter from Paris Ise Eiko by Y, healthy or. I'm in Paris now. I'm writing this in the apartment in Paris. I am not sorry to amaze. Not even on the road of a cafe rather than in Tokyo of boarding house, I because I'm writing a letter in the foreign country of the apartment. Even I surprised myself. If we walk Previous before, motif come always a from the other side, and I'm wrote before. That I now, have stopped, because he is supposed to feel I let live here for a while, enough to not know their own Even Why say, I'm surprised. I, seems to have got stuck in the great motif. Nor in the cloud also flows through a beautiful landscape. It is not a community of Sunflower withered drawn before. 's Window. What a nondescript window. Vertical one meters × horizontal one-five meters it's also not a small window. This simple windows, ornate is rare in Paris. Lace curtains nor potted veranda. Hey, Okureyo Imagine. I now is in Paris, I was walking down the middle further soil city center of Paris called the Latin Quarter. If you go even one hundred meters to the east, Notre Dame Cathedral and the Paris police, court, and City Hall, the Luxembourg Gardens, Sorbonne University if Kudare even five hundred meters to the south. Orsay to the west Museum, Beaux-Arts (National School of Fine Arts), if there is such a house who lived Picasso's studio marks and Delacroix, Saint-Germain-des-Prés Church and the Saint-Michel Square tourists and young people even in winter in it's full. I have worked ethnic different people of color of skin like a crucible, simultaneously Perhaps because of winter specialties bargain began from yesterday, in the window of the store and department store windows red and blue and white of SOLDES (SALE) 50%, characters such as 30 percent are Odo~tsu. It is not in such a glittering windows were caught me. As long as it walked a little head down, it was a window, such as do not fall even on the edge of the eye. From Saint-Michel Square, to say that he only entered only one, disappear all the hustle and bustle, it's alley of feeling that had come until today been left out though there only era. Because one animal of black dog while ago had been a walk alone, we were involuntarily harvest its "scenery like poetry" to sketch book. Enclose the sketch. By the way, back to talk to the window. ── it seemed through the window is, no it is not seemed. Hailed me, I was forced to stop the feet, it was the other side of the window glass. Leather cover of red and navy blue or brown, this of different magnitude, while shine is decorated with gold leaf of character and decorative, I do the beautiful spine stood toward the outside of the glass. Dictionary of such things, things like literature complete works, I think something like the Bible, had a dozen books. It was the Middle Ages and also that the present like a of. And, if there is a desk and a shelf on the other side of the book us, the rounded paper and colorful sheepskin has been pushed crowdedly is it looked. Table lamp on the desk had dropped the circle of light. So as to be embossed in there, I'm an old man had been working on something. Yes, I'm working towards the things on the desk silently. Yarn and needles in hand. What are you sew? I something in the eyes of the outside of the window Klez, are single-mindedly moving the hand. In sweater appearance of sober dark blue, pure white hair shook on top of the ear every time you move your hand. It was a beautiful appearance. And quiet strength and warm calm air had drifted around the old man. The old man I've been Kaga~tsu a book. Though wears glasses, they seemed not need such a thing. Bundled into the hole in the paper is passed through the needle, by moving your hands regularly complex circuits to carry the needle to the next hole. The looks of it, was a sleight of hand that I do not think it is only like a "looking at hand." There was a small door immediately to the side of the window. In glass door of about one person is barely pass by, and because the window with the same frugal than the postman, who will also here do not know Nante's entrance. Something are crawling like a memo. I was tried except ── "Watashiha, any commercial this model buy Wanai, sales Lanai" ── and, weekdays 9:30 to 17:00, Wednesday and 9:30 to 12:00, and there is. Here's a workshop to be related to the present. I wonder this man is building a book, No way, at a time when you can do with this anything machine, by hand one by one book to the IT era? Or will you be doing a book repair. It moves an eye on a piece of paper once again door. It was with Relieur-Doreur AM. I was flipping through a dictionary in a hurry. Relieur bookbinding shop, elephants bookstore. Doreur the gilder, thing of artisans to build in embossed gold letters and decorated by hand. Light particles shook at the other side of the window glass. The old man to stop the hand of work, looked out remains of pince-nez. Eyes met. The eye's eye was focused on hand of work until now now. Was Surudoka~tsu. But soon, eyes facial expression spread like Rogue, became the face of the friendly old man. I was abandon smile returns while pounding. Once beyond the appearance of the window glass is thought straight or disappeared to the left, the door a little while ago of the piece of paper is had been pasted open, old man came out. "You see?" ── I have became a red ear until I found myself. But, old man in a very natural way, it was me I have to invite in the door. And paper and sheepskin and various machinery and tools, to full studio with dust ──. This is, but all of meeting me and Relieur old man. And, it's "the beginning" of the story that was supposed to be that I stay here. Y. You're much amazed, I've been around journey. And I met a lot of people on the road. Even anywhere in the city in any country, the elderly or leisure likely, lonely, or had a chat with the herd. Unless I had a speech loud and protruding belly and chin. But, that person had a different air. And, big Nante the other side of that window, would the world do not know of I had spread. Because I do not falling asleep with excitement, I am writing this It 's the middle of the night. Are attracted to ── I windows from there, (not be called a very old man) uncle I was asked to show ── workplace after me open the door. Had been Kaga~tsu with a needle and thread was the work of Moliere (one thousand six hundred twenty-two ── one thousand six hundred seventy-three). It will exactly what hundred years ago this a. The objects on the desk that are no longer cover, lump of paper crumbling frayed yarn, of full of torn or worm-eaten and stains, other books and things like not call (up to such a thing, apparently revive). On the desk, to the base of the platform, such principal had piled up like a mountain. Even it does to wait everyone for months, even if ordered. Starting from the cutting of cardboard that is the base of the cover, type making of relief for the back of the decoration, sheepskin tanning, selection of the back cloth (paper), cut, wrapped sheepskin, gluing, pressing, drying, gold stamping ...... Though just heard could not remember only about this, coz do to Relieur there is work much about sixty process. To take a book of stains, once dismantled the book, is immersed in a liquid that contains the medicine for each open look, dried, also soaked and I repeated four times .... such is torn or missing accidentally corner, to reinforce in the semi-transparent thin paper, such as the Japan of Japanese paper. Hundreds of pages of all of this is because to do so do I repair, it's is daunting. Sheepskin for the cover can not be used as hard as it is. And we've got to soften it by rubbing with a special spatula, ones pride and to think not like small fine powder only is stripped from slowly leather, leather go softened thin. One hour be concentrated in the hands of the nerve and power of the whole body in the leave standing to tan thirty centimeters square. It was even amazing Form to be hesitation to talk. Leather became equally beautifully flat. This work is best to "tight." Said Uncle says. Or become even division of labor Relieur by now, but only tanning sheepskin became the era of or rely on the machine, all Uncle Even do do with their own hands. Uncle of the hands of the sketch, will be enclosed. It's the hand of the craftsman. Joint is like kelp, finger something turned to the side of another back of the hand, I terribly soft. It is a warm hand to rugged. It's of the same quality and warm that eye to sharp uncle. Uncle, also sixty years now eighty years old! I hear is this work. Dad was also a craftsman of Relieur. In not have any disciples, workshop is much larger than the workplace of today's uncle, (but now has become a different person in the house) is also the building now just across the bridge in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral is located that. I'm of more and more Uncle thing, I wanted to know that the work of Relieur. This, probably comes from where the air encompassing the human mind. I hair uncle's white, eyebrows are long in black. Dark blue-green eyes under the clear brow is full of deep passion and intelligence. When uncle to speak, peering at my face. His eyes or looked to as full of children in curiosity. I can not be good at self-introduction (French is difficult to pronounce). So, I showed a sketch book of the journey. Words feelings and air when it is drawn without through ought transmitted from the picture. The eyes of Uncle flashed again sharply. And when much of my year, Uncle also I wanted to be a painter, and I said. War has changed the dream uncle in another form. Uncle worked in his father's workshop, inherited the job. While also teaching in his own son is now, as there is also a apprentice what people from abroad, became the people of the "handiwork" last of which there are only a few people in Paris. Winter in Paris give me early. It became so at five, Uncle close the workplace, it was said, "Walk a little only.". And exits the alley, such as those left behind from the servants era, it comes into Saint-Michel Square dance of character of illumination and SOLDES. Before the straight you can see, from behind walking to swim the hustle and bustle do not think eighty-year-old old man. Back also but much higher than me. Restaurants and cafes like a hodgepodge of exotic full When back road to walk or several muscle in the (Greek, Arab, China, such as ...... Vietnam), suddenly, it was out in front of the modest little church. Saint-Julien-le-Povuru (poor saint or the sense of Julian) Church ── garden are connected directly to the park of trees and lawns without any boundaries. The Hunchback of Notre Dame had become in the other side of the park. Of one towering to overwhelm the implantation of yew and sycamore old stood Become a silhouette in the evening twilight. There is a "Robinier 1602" year and bills. But the dog acacia. Trunks and branches of kelp or section is reminiscent of the hand of Uncle. Uncle muttered to refer to the third floor of the front of the building of the church. "I place was the father of the studio. I watched the Notre Dame every morning from the window of a child, this is'm went to school through the front of the Saint-Julien church." from Uncle here in 1937 one I went lived until 1972. I was stood by being overwhelmed. Decades before the boy saw scenery, I'm certain as it is here. Also had buildings workshop, church, nor tree dog acacia. Notre Dame Cathedral was built over than ten two centuries two hundred years, the tree continued to live four hundred years, Uncle something I ──, which has been the Relieur of work followed by three generations, I Na seems a small point it is not anything, I thought It was. "What tomorrow will come to see work?" The voice of Uncle was Yasashika~tsu indefinitely. "Oui." Broke up with shaking hands in front of the church. Then I decided to look for a cheap hotel in a hurry. ── Oh, likely it dawned. This continuation is also going to write soon.

結果 (英語) 3:

How are you, too Y letters ISE hideko stress from painting -- Paris. I will stay at Paris now. At this writing Paris apartment. Don't have surprised me. At Tokyo's house but not in the cafe, I write a letter from an apartment in a foreign country. You'd be surprised at myself. If you walk to the front to front, the motif is always coming from over there, I wrote before. Now, that I stoppedI have lived here for some time to become perfect, because even myself not knowing what to do, so I was surprised. I am, at the mean of the motif. No clouds in a beautiful landscape. It's not a sunflower stands before a drawing die. At the window. It is not at the window. At one side is 1.5 meters is not a small window. At this simple window, Paris rare fancy. AtThe lace curtains of potted balcony. Hey, I may have too. I was at the Paris, now called the Latin quarter, but also of the Paris walked down the middle. If you go to the east of hundreds of meters, and Paris Notre Damm Temple Court, police, city hall, five hundred meters down to South Park, Luxembourg Sorbonne University. In the west, the Beaux-Arts Orsay Museum, national art school)Atelier Delacroix wake and Picasso lived families such as the sun and saint-germain-des-pres Michelle square church is full of tourists and youth in the winter. Look at the people who have different skin color, working from yesterday all winter bargain is started, and in the shop window that department store windows SOLDES red or blue and white lead (sale) of 50 percent 30 characters. Not so glaringly window to capture me. AtYou just walked with her head down, it was not even a window on the side of the eye. From San Michele at the square, just enter only because all the hubbub, if only there until today since he had the feeling that the alley. The black dog just because I walk alone, I like the scenery poem that "" is harvested in the sketch book. I enclose a sketch of its. Well, back to the window. AtI looked through the window, he saw it. To make me stop, stop, the window glass. The red and blue and brown leather cover, of different sizes, the glow of gold leaf characters and decoration, which stands for the beautiful cover on the outside of the glass. A dictionary of literary works, such as the Bible, and I was a few tens of books. At the Middle Ages was like this. At theThe book of the desk, and there were, but the ball was crowded with colorful paper or parchment. I dropped in at the desk lamp light ring on the desk. So as to appear at the old man I work for some. Likely, are on their way to work on his desk. A hand with a needle and thread. I sewed at what? At one of the things outside the window, my eyes moving. In a quiet, dark blue sweaterEvery time you move the hand shaking, white hair on the ears. It was a beautiful appearance. And at the quiet strength around the old man settled in the warm air. The old man. It is, therefore, to the present. But at the glasses, such as was not necessary. At the needle through the hole in the sheet bundle, a complicated circuit regularly carry the hand hole of the needle. That was quick work, not just "and" looking at hand. Once there was a small window in the door. AtAt last, one for the glass door and window is simple, but also from the mail delivery, we will never know who the entrance is here. At some of the things. At the ワタシハ. "I looked in my personal, commercial from the squid bought one night," the lanai at 9:30 on Wednesday - 17:00, 9:30 - 12: 00. Here at the studio that is related to the book. This will build at the present age, surely, this machine can do anythingOne by one in the making of IT period? Or will you are at doing this. Transfer to paper over the door of the eye. At the Relieur Doreur M and A. About. I turned over in a hurry. At the Relieur bookbinder, book shop. At the Doreur gold, gold push type of building and decoration by hand. Of particles in the light of the window glass. The old man stopped at work, stay out of the eyeglasses. At the same. AtEyes eyes focused on the task at hand, which until now. At the sharp. But now, at the cut-up spread as the expression of his face. At heart, I returned to smile. If you think that the appearance of the window and disappeared all of a sudden there, to the left of the paper, and the door was open, and out of the old man. See
「? " I found the red to the ears at the shoulders. Also, in a way, he is so naturalI brought in through the door. And a variety of machine tools and paper and sheepskin and dirt, and in the studio. At this, all of Relieur and my grandfather. And at that I stay here "the story begins. Y stress. Appalled at you, as I travel from place to place. The journey at the met various people. In any city anywhere in the world, leisure, the lonely old man, to chat. At