A hostess invites friends, old and new into her new home. Surrounded by unpacked boxes they consume a relaxed amount of cremant, red wine and liqueurs to wash down a home-made quiche. I was charmed by these people and their free and easy lifestyle. And I loved the accompanying jazz soundtrack which added to the calm vibe and the integrity of the story.
The sky that evening was almost cloudless. The hostess stood up to fetch candles from the kitchen and put them on the table. The candlesticks were antique finds, made of brass and silver. She lit the candles and sat down. Wax melted and dripped on to the new Danish dining table. The hostess practised composure in the face of the dripping wax, allowed the drops to harden, didn't pick them off. A dining table should tell stories of life lived, after all.
