On his usual walk, Degas strolls. His pace slower than normal, mired in various thoughts, perhaps. His gaze distant, hands clasped behind his back.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Leeds." He says softly, with a hint of a chuckle. "I think you'll need higher heels for that umbrella to be effective. I do hope the day finds you well?"
Rainy Day
"Good afternoon, Ms. Leeds." He says softly, with a hint of a chuckle. "I think you'll need higher heels for that umbrella to be effective. I do hope the day finds you well?"