The Ghost Story

I sat at a table drawing in a house made of windows and doors while 4 fun men chatted in French. It was a magical. I didn't know it at the time but as I drew this impossible moment, which is actually the composite of at least 4 hours condensed into a single frame, Jean-Pierre was telling a ghost story with one arm raised high, with a cigarette burning into the night. There was a posh cat too, fashionably svelte who wandered in and out and in again.