Kates open studio was a blast - you could just wander about and
see her work in situ. Prices were slashed. She done good.
And Marks chocolate and orange cake was some type of gateway
to a new order of being.
Bob and I basked in the sun on the terrace and enjoyed the
people, the art, the tea and naturally, the whippets.
I don't know the name of the mezzo soprano who sang to Marks
piano but I won't forget her voice... they are playing together
somewhere grand. I'II blog as and when.
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