Paintings
This was a gift. Rosey and her husband own a house in the Piedmont hills, with wonderful views of a village and (sometimes) Mont Blanc, but always of this house. It sits majestically in the center of fields, casting all sorts of lovely shadows. But when we finally drove to it, through the manicured and well-cared-for fields, it was deserted, except for a tractor, cooling down, and a statue of a rooster.