Why would an ordinary bowl with its strange plate chapeau evoke a sense of the great French still life painter Louise Moillon (1610-1696)? Thinking back recollected an intermediary, a fine white china bowl, shallow, handles broken off and lid long gone, itself now the same, that was a favourite place for cherries, which in their turn evoked those of Moillon. Hers, of course, were much finer offerings than these. A homage then? Or a recollection.