What a difference a frame makes..

These are 2 of 3 pictures of Paris that my Grandad painted in 1978, the year I was born.
I remember them in my house when I was growing up.
These got re-framed somewhere down the line into the gold frames and I've been meaning to put them back into white ones with light mounts for a while.
I finally made it to IKEA yesterday to get some and have been switching them over this morning.
I'm glad I did. I love them all over again.