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In 1903 Renoir moved to the south of France with the hopes of alleviating his rheumatoid arthritis. Sixteen years later he died. I carried a single bottle of wine to France. A 1997 Joseph Phelps Vineyards Insignia. This was symbolic for a number of reasons. Most importantly 
when Wirestone, the company I founded with Bryan my travel partner on this trip, completed its first round of venture financing we gave each of our vice presidents, investors and key clients a bottle of 1997 Phelps Insignia. Nearly 4 years later, Bryan and I cracked a bottle in Cagnes-sur-Mer on the grounds of one of the greatest French Impressionists, Pierre-Auguste Renoir.
final years, and his sculptures and those who came to learn and be inspired and even to inspire the master. I was amazed. Looking over his gardens at the Medieval village of Cagnes, down to the coast to Cannes. And I imagined how the beauty that Renoir captured and while not fair for me to say, but the development, the Auto Route and the nasty 60's-esque architecture that today litters the view that inspired Renoir and so many. But I brought myself back. Walking the grounds and thinking how small those olive trees were in his paintings. And how big and gnarly they were today. Nothing stays the same. But the more it changes...
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