Art: Old Toast

Painter Jacques Villon is a good-humored little Norman with the flush of many fine dinners and good round wines on his smooth old face. He lives in a garden studio on the northwest edge of Paris, enjoying a belated triumph.

If it had not been for the Nazis, Villon might never have done so well as an artist. With his wife, he fled Paris a jump ahead of the German army in 1940 and spent three disconsolate months near Toulouse. There he did the first landscapes of his career—neatly representational sketches that might have been made by an architect on vacation. Then...

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