To Val-David again where Mireille exhibited two of her works. I have seen and bought a smaller one of her creations a few years ago but had not seen any of her larger works. Our paths cross occasionally in the village. We hug and kiss cheeks. She recently told me that she no longer sculpts her hands being 'done'. She now composes music, writes the lyrics and guitar in hand performs in small places here and there.
A cold glass of sangria while waiting for our food was much appreciated by all.
What you see is not all she got. The goat cheese made itself invisible.
A few more photos and then back home .