When we got home in the evening, the sun was casting long shadows, so we conscripted Honey to pose for us...hanging laundry, picking flowers, then in the house playing the piano. Something was missing. Renoir had several paintings of two girls at the piano at the Musee d'Orsay, why shouldn't we? We conscripted Joyce from Pennsylvania to pose with Honey at the piano, and we made magic. We got hundreds of gorgeous photos to keep us busy until everyone leaves for home at the end of the week.
Dinner tonight: poached egg in wine sauce, Magret de Canard, tiramisu. Oy Veh.