It depicts a village at night, the moon has risen and despite the dark, there are ladies gossiping outside their little houses, bicyclists, lovers chatting on the church roof and a horse-drawn carriage trotting on the road.
In a pond, a mermaid surfaces, surprising a man in a boat. My mother found this painting in the window of a gallery in Paris in the mid-1960s and fell in love with it. My father bought it and gave it to her as an engagement present when he proposed. It hung in every house we lived in during my childhood, and its warm joyful colours, naive style, cosy sense of village community and an untold story always make me happy every time I look at it.