Cold, rainy first of June.
And now we long for the summer. Not the summer of stuffy work rooms with air conditioning, which does not work, but the leisurely summers out on the lawn, down by the river or at a dance in the cool evenings. Renoir knew his buyers well. Picasso said that during the war people were starving for good food so that food was what he painted. So it was in the Paris winters, when the cobblestones were constantly wet and slippery and Renoir' s customers, like me, longed for summer days far from the drudgery of work and cold.