

The remaining works were practically all pre-Cubist Picassos of his blue and rose and early Negro periods.


There was one small André Masson and two or three Juan Grises, including a lovely picture of a vase of flowers, the bright-colored flowers having been cut out of a seed catalog and pasted on. The puce-colored walls of the studio were completely covered with unframed canvases. Cézanne, perhaps the most beautiful work of that painter I have seen. To the right of the fireplace hung Picasso’s celebrated portrait of Gertrude looking rather hard and stern. From the courtyard, a tiny entrance hall opened onto a large, square, high-ceilinged drawing room, actually a painter’s studio. Gertrude Stein’s apartment on the rue de Fleurus was on the ground floor of an undistinguished building which had none of the grandeur of the seventeenth-century hotel on the rue Christine that she subsequently occupied.
