The day before he died. Picasso had seem like many others at Notre-Dame-de-Vie, his hilltop villa at Mougins on the French Riviera. He had taken a walk in the little park that surrounds his sprawling stone house overlooking the reddish foothills of the Maritime Alps. He liked now and then to gather flowers and vegetables in the garden, often taking them inside to draw. "That day I showed him the anemones and pansies, which he particularly liked," recalls Jacques Barra, Picasso's gardener.Later that evening Picasso and Jacqueline (his wife) entertained friends for dinner. He was in high spirits. "Drink to me; drink to my health," he urged, pouring wine into the glass of his Cannes lawyer and among friend, Armand Antebi. "You know I can't drink any more."
He rose from the table and announced: "And now I must go back to work." In recent weeks, he had been busy working and preparing for a big show of his latest paintings at the Popes' Palace in Avignon in May. The last night, he painted until 3 a.m.
On Sunday morning Picasso awoke at 11:30, his usual hour, but this time he could not rise from his bed. His wife Jacqueline rushed in and then called for help. At 11:40, before a doctor could get there, Pablo Picasso was dead. Dr. Georges Ranee, who arrived shortly afterward, attributed his death to a heart attack brought on by pulmonary edema, fluid in the lungs. We miss him so much.
On Sunday morning Picasso awoke at 11:30, his usual hour, but this time he could not rise from his bed. His wife Jacqueline rushed in and then called for help. At 11:40, before a doctor could get there, Pablo Picasso was dead. Dr. Georges Ranee, who arrived shortly afterward, attributed his death to a heart attack brought on by pulmonary edema, fluid in the lungs. We miss him so much.
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