We came for the weekend to Jenny Hall’s house near Toulouse in Gascony. “I’ll put you in Yolanda’s room,” she declared when we arrived. The last time Yolanda Sonnabend visited was not so long ago. They are old friends. In fact, we met Jenny at one of Yolanda’s openings at the Hereford Salon. In front of the room, which is on the second floor, there is an enormous pine tree with elaborate branches. When I asked Jenny what kind of tree it was, she was not sure. “It’s a pine tree,” she shrugged her shoulders. When we woke up this morning, the tree was glorious in the morning sunlight. “Yolanda’s tree,” I smiled to myself.