Yesterday evening, French conversation with George. He talked of his trip to Champagne with his wife when they explored Reims and Epernay, tasted Veuve Cliquot champagne, visited the cellars in the old chalk mines which they found immense and that they were already being worked in the time of the Romans.He then talked of a book he liked enormously "The Elegance of the Hedgehog" by Muriel Barbery.Today, walk to the town. Along the way, I see the Mission Gallery and remember that Rena Rosequist who was at our meeting last Thursday is the proprietor.I go in.She begins talking of the old days when her husband had opened the gallery,when they met all the artists who came to Taos since the beginning of last century,when they shared such good moments together, not much money but they were so young…She insists, this gallery, it's essential to keep it open as a way of being faithful to all these friends even if many of them are now dead and for the continuation of lives they had decided to dedicate to art. She shows me the engravings, the pottery, the jewelry made of paper (Like your’s Pascale), the paintings. The beauty of this woman.When I go out, the sky has become white again erasing all relief.Not so cold but all of a sudden I feel like going home. A strong desire to read, to work. Return to the old pink armchair, keeping myself warm. I begin writing.