I went to NY and fell in love with Rembrandt's love. This is a painting he did of a woman who was his "companion" for fifteen years. He painted it just a few years before her death. I think it's sweet. He clearly loved her and I love his love. After the gallery, I ate chocolate ravioli filled with butternut squash and covered in a browned butter sauce. I had a butternut squash carbonara as an appetizer. And a fig-filled crepe covered in creme fraiche for dessert. And I loved that love. And I think Rembrandt should have painted that as well.
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