Le perroquet vert.

For a while the woods faded away, and in that tangled clearing rose the towers of Notre Dame, and the Seine glittered on under its great bridges, and again the world smelled of absinthe, and picturesque madmen gesticulated in clouds of tobacco smoke, and propounded fantastic philosophies amid the rattle of dominoesand afar off in the street a voice was crying "Haricots verts!"

When an artist wished to produce flesh color he mixed white, light red, yellow ocher, and terra vert.