Central Park Conservatory Garden, October 30, 2017.
And here is Poulenc:
. . . Trois mouvements perpétuels . . . swept the drawing-rooms of Europe. Here the Parisian and provincial elements in Poulenc’s make-up jostle each other, with occasional attempts at coalescence: the tunes are superbly naïve (Ravel envied Poulenc his ability “to write his own folksongs”), while the little flourishes with which each piece “signs off” are the epitome of urban irony. [citation]
Credits: The source for the quotation may be found at the link in the text. The secondary source for the photograph of Poulenc is here; the original source can no longer be found. The remaining photographs, as always on the blog unless otherwise indicated, are mine.