Throughout the village, the pavement is littered with the remains of heavy brown figs and the leaves on the trees and vines look exhausted. The air is so soft that it is hard to recall the heat of only a month ago and the days call to you to go for a walk, ride a bike or, as I will do this Sunday, drive over with the windows down to see the work of this marvelous artist Julian Merrow-Smith, who's elegant figs are pictured here.
