My very own French painter

Yesterday I started the day pretty late, but decided I wanted to make the most of it anyways and so I put on a cute outfit and my new black flats and headed to Trafalgar Square. Trafalgar Square is this gorgeous plazza area near the Thames which houses many statues, a fountain, and TONS of people. It was only about a 40 minute walk from Hughes Parry Hall, so I decided to do that. I really should have worn more comfortable shoes, but I didn't and so am now sporting two huge blisters, just when my others were healing.
The square was super crowded, but beautiful. There was this huge group of Irishmen all decked out and cheering for their football team. It was kinda riddiculous and somewhat unexplicable. I then went into the gallery, bought some souvenirs, and proceded to wander around the gallery. I'd been inside for about and hour and a half and was about 3/4 of the way through when a French man commented on a painting that I was looking at. He proceded to ask me if I was an artist or a designer, and started to chat with me when I said I was. He kept talking to me, explaining that he is a painter (he even pulled out his painter id card to prove it) and said that he was here with a group of his students. They'd recently been painting in Scotland and Ireland, and had stopped in London on their way back to Paris where they'd have an exhibit of their work. He asked me if I was Australian and was shocked when I said I was American. He didn't think I looked American at all, but rather pretty universal. He said that standing with him, people probably thought I was French, and if I went to France they would start talking to me in French.
He then took me through the gallery to see the work of some artist named Turner, who does a lot with light and water (he was either right before or after the impressionists I think). All the while he was talking to me, asking me questions, and telling me I should come to Paris. He also kept saying that he really wanted to sketch my portrait. He then decided that he wanted to show me some of the things in the National Portait Gallery, and so we walked across the square to there. He kept giving me tips and tricks about painting as we looked at different things.
He eventually got bored with the portraits, and decided we should go across the bridge to the festivities that were happening on the Southbank. (He had attration ADD). He pointed out the street artists that were "cheating" by making prints and then painting on top of them, versus the actually good ones who would sketch it and then paint. I finally told him I had to go and meet people for dinner (a complete lie). Before we parted ways, he arranged to meet me after my classes are over on monday at the Tate Britain so that he can show me more Turner paintings and sketch me.
So, now I have to find someone to go with me. Getting sketched by a random French painter is cool, but also, well, sketchy.