It's a summer afternoon. The sun sets in the west (obviously), and a dim red light invades the living room of this fantastic house. The garden is in full bloom, and there are white cushions around the table. All is perfectly set for the occasion. The candles begin to project small shadows, and light reflects on the pool like a disco ball. Dinner is ready and after checking one last time all the scene, I pour myself a Negroni. I turn on the gramophone and relax to the rhythm of the sweet melody while I wait for my guests ... "Des nuits d'amour ne plus in finir ... un grand bonheur qui prend sa place ... je vois la vie en rose ... ".