When my grandparents and their fam were staying in Heidelberg in the 1960s, my grandma won a door prize at an event for the “Comptrollers Wives” club (my grandpa was an accountant with the U.S. Army). The prize? A painting that was done by an artist on the spot during the shindig.
Pretty neat, huh? The frame’s in pretty bad shape, so I’m going to have that redone. Then it’s just a matter of figuring out how to hang it on these *&%^& plaster walls.