To the sound of Chopin.

The violinist's hand slides the bow across the strings and the white cat wags its tail.

A violinist, dressed casually and wearing a straw hat, sits on a bale of straw, playing his violin in a meadow in the late afternoon, in the shade of a cork oak, surrounded by spring-like flowers and in the presence of big, beautiful, attentive white cat. The scene is imbued with the whimsical charm ...