Jean Lurçat, French tapestry artist, has a recurring dream. He is in Paris, walking across the Place de la Concorde toward the Hotel Crillon. Suddenly, the grey old Crillon is transformed before his eyes. The roof is covered with tapestries, the front groans with tapestries, the sides sag with tapestries. A cheering multitude salutes him. In a twinkling, Paris is smothered with tapestriesall by Lurçat. "Ah," grins Lurçat, "what a wonderful dream."
For all Paris knows, Jean Lurçat's rosy dream might come true. Europe is in the midst of a tapestry boom, and Lurçat...
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