Gauguin: Lima as a lost paradise

Abstract

I have a remarkable visual memory and I remember our house at that time and so many things... the Presidency Palace, the church whose dome had been placed later and which was sculpted in wood. I can still see our little bold girl, the one who, according to the rule, had to carry the little rug on which we knelt to pray. I also see our Chinese domestic who knew how to iron clothes so well.