The life of an artist...or two.

I read about in the LA Times and thought I'd pass it along. I love the idea of peeking backwards into artists' lives to learn about how they went about their daily routines. It's written in a picturesque way too:

Days were as unvaried as the notes of the cuckoo. Flaubert, a man of nocturnal habits, usually awoke at 10 a.m. and announced the event with his bell cord. Only then did people dare speak above a whisper. His valet, Narcisse, straightaway brought him water, filled his pipe, drew the curtains, and delivered the morning mail...(this one is the life of Gustave Flaubert)