imperial-russia: M. d´Esterhazy gave me his arm as we crossed part of the park. A ground floor
imperial-russia:M. d´Esterhazy gave me his arm as we crossed part of the park. A ground floor window opened and I espied a young woman watering a pot of carnations. She was seventeen at most; her features were fine and even, and her face a perfect oval; her beautiful complexion was not high in colour but its delicacy was totally in keeping with her expression, one of angelic sweetness. Her fair ash coloured hair floated about her neck and forehead. She was dressed in a simple white tunic, gathered by a belt knotted simply around a waist slender as a nymph´s. This young woman appeared exactly as I have described her, standing against the backdrop of an appartment ornamented with classical columns and draped in pink and silver gauze; she looked so ravishing I cried out, “Psyche!” It was in fact Princess Elisabeth, wife of Alexander. She spoke to me, and kept me long enough to say a thousand flattering things; then she added: “We have long wanted you to visit us Madame. I often dreamed that you were already here.” With some regret I left her, but I can still picture that charming apparition.The Memoirs of Elisabeth Vigée-Le Brun -- source link
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