This is a room that I fell in love with. It is a hot afternoon. In France. An old house full of memories, a room full of still air and old dusty furniture. Rosie's chair is beside the window, perfectly placed so that she could watch the street, see what was going on. Bathed in sunlight the chair almost glows while the rest of the room retreats into comfortable shadows. Murmuring voices and distant music come from the rest of the house, dancing into the hot afternoon air like a day dream, like Rosie remembering when she was a girl.