Nobody gets up from the table, except for urgent needs. It is a must to stop between the last pieces of dessert, the crumpled napkins, the halved drinks and the stray cutlery. Let's enjoy the spell of conviviality. In sum, the Sobremesa .

Spanish term , like Spanish is Ignasi Monreal (Barcelona, 1990) who celebrates it, and indicates the dolce far niente, at the table, after having eaten a meal. Introducible term, but what is the use of translating an art appreciated and practiced by all of us Mediterraneans? Long live postprandial idleness.

We find ourselves in front of a laden table, fresh from an evening whose traces are visible in the wine glasses more empty than full, an overflowing ashtray and everything that populates the cheerful battlefield that we call ' summer dinner with friends in Italy ' . Everything, except the plates and trays, replaced overnight by hyper-realistic reproductions, oil on oval and round shaped canvases, in 1 to 1 scale with the original delicacies. We find them set up on the walls, together with other tables that immortalize what remains of intimate banquets.

A celebration of life, of well-deserved rest, of this ritual that we carry out three times a day, throughout our life, sometimes in a hurry, sometimes calmly, with friends or alone, on the fly standing or lying on the grass.