It was raining when we arrived and it rained throughout the lavish lunch that the collectors had put on for us. It was raining, though less heavily, as the hostess and I wandered around the ornate gardens smoking cigars and deciding where to place some sculptures that she had ordered. It finally stopped raining as we said our goodbyes and wished them a happy Christmas. We got back into my wife's Renault and, still waving, backed out of the drive. It's a small car and the windows fogged immediately. I was sitting in the back with my daughter. I wound down my window as we headed for the road that borders the lake back to Geneva. It was getting dark and I asked my wife to stop the car and let me walk for a while. She drove a little down the road and I guess she chatted with my gallerist about the collectors while they waited for me to catch up