circa 1936

Richard and future second wife, Marya Mannes in Italy. He’s got an uncommon smile on his face. She’s got a broad grin. Both have managed to ditch their first spouses. They’re starting afresh. Everything is new, exciting again. It’s a Bohemian, laid-back arrangement; no one is talking marriage The strict, stratified society they were both born into is now in the rear-view mirror. He’s impressed by her intellect, her free spirit, her art (she’s a sculptor), her joie de vivre. She’s impressed by his elegant villa, his haunting and lyrical paintings, his sartorial style. He’s still wearing a tie, but he’s moved to a sport coat for the hot Mediterranean summers. His hair is thinning, but he’s still a tall, handsome catch.