The view was fabulous, Jenny had risen early, enjoyed a continental breakfast then taken a leisurely stroll around the hotels gardens. Tuscany was beautiful at this time of the year, the gentle overnight rain had highlighted colours and created a lovely perfume. She left Julie sleeping and took paints and an easel to her favourite view. She was not going to let any clouds on the horizon spoil this day. Julie could leave if that was her desire. Relationships and it seems love did come and go, but as an artist Jenny painted for posterity. She now knew that painting was her real passion.