He asked me to pick my very favorite. There were hundreds, only a few I'd ever seen, and never in person. On round two, I settled on a fairly predictable landscape. He chose a less traditional piece, unusual for the artist. Let's go back and visit yours before we leave, he said.
At dinner he asked me about writing and architecture. On the way home, we listened to Chopin's Nocturnes. They are my favorite.
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