April showers brings May flowers.

"I hate the way nobody ever looks at the road in old movies."

        "The rower's lunch".
  By Renoir.
  I paint one every year, for years now.
  The hardest is the eyes.

  Sometimes, they change their moods on purpose,
   when I'm not looking.

  -They look happy here.

   -They better be!
  This year, they had  hare with morel
   and waffles with jam for the children.

these ones don't have to worry about that!

         They died long time ago.
  But they'll never be forgotten.
  You know, that girl with the glass,
   maybe she's thinking about someone.

  -Somebody on the picture?
  -No.
  Rather a young man she saw some place else.
  She feels like they're the same, the two of 'em.
  -She prefers to imagine a relationship
with somebody who's away,

   than to create bonds with
   those who are there?

-So that's the one, there, the guy who raises his hand?
      -Yes.
      -Is she in love with him?
      -Yes.
      -The time has come for her to take some real risks.
      -Well yes, she's thinking about it. She's
thinking of a stratagem .
      -Yes, she likes stratagems, doesn't she !
      -Yes.
      She's a bit of a coward.
      That's why I have trouble with her eyes.