I saw him at the flea market a number of years ago. Half afraid of my own desire, I walked right past, trying not to stare. How delightful then to see him swimming in the same blue-green sea a week later. Of course he came home with me. He's not a youngster, let's get that clear, the signature on the lower left giving him a date of 1909. Perhaps Austrian, I don't care how old he is or where he's from. I just know I love him.