Instruments

I can imagine that the baker, while baking his bread at night, sometimes thinks about the many people who will start their day with it the next morning.

I never felt alone during the countless hours I spent in my workshop. I built instruments for young and old, hurdy-gurdies for a Russian, a Chinese and an American, dulcimers for Frenchmen, Flemish and Walloons, clog violins for a Japanese lady and a Basque storyteller, guitars for gypsies and a Greek, panpipes for Romanians and South Americans, chalumeaus for Tom, Dick and Harry.

You're welcome and welcome to my world.