Until recently, if Caillebotte was remembered at all, it was because he'd amassed a large collection of major Impressionist paintings which he bequeathed to the State. Independently wealthy, he often bought the works of (and hence supported) his Impressionist friends. Happily, if belatedly, we've begun to appreciate him as an artist who did some of our favorite Parisian street scenes from the era, and as practically the only French Impressionist who attempted to paint snowy winter scenes.
