We would like to live again the experience of Rodbov, so we prefer the white roads.
This time, we park at random in Copsa Mare.
The drawing cession is just starting when the first gate opens.
Ilarion comes and sit behind us. He seems delighted by our unexpected company and talks endlessly.Familiar words pop up from his sentences : "Architectura", "casă", "România", "Pictura".
A neighbor show us a picture of her daughter praying, then a farmer sit with us and cuts his hand
to extract a splinter. Nothing seems to distract Ilarion, still speaking about architecture.
When I finished his portrait, his face becomes serious and he goes back home.
Few minute later, the gate squeaks and Ilarion comes back with a giant tomato.
