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In the month of March, 1846, Fortune suddenly smiled upon Eugene Fromentin. His friend, Charles Labbe, the orientalist-painter, was starting to attend his sister's wedding at Blidah. Fromentin, in whom an ardent curiosity regarding the lands of sunshine had been awakened by an exhibition of aquarelles, brought back from the East by Labbe himself, by Delacroix, Decamps, and notably by Marilhat, enthusiastically accepted his friend's invitation to accompany him. Had he some intuition that a new world of sensations and of colours awaited him in Algeria?
He set forth, without even notifying his family, light of pocketbook, but buoyant with hope and faith. To his dazzled eyes, to his soul seething with ambition, it proved to be literally the promised land. Within two days after his arrival at Blidah, he wrote: "Everything here interests me. The more I study nature here, the more convinced I am that, in spite of Marilhat and Decamps, the Orient is still waiting to be painted.