Life at № 42
I was awake until very late last night looking at old pictures. In particular pictures where the Bacchus painting appears.
A collector contacted me to make an offer. We haven’t hung it here. Mostly because we haven’t settled on a room for it. In Spain it moved around over the years. First in the entrance hall, then in the dining room and finally in the larger living room. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I bought it, but as it appears in a picture with a rectangular dining table, that places it in the first half of my 20’s. Time flies. Mike thinks we should sell as it’s a very good offer. I’m not sure how I feel.