Adam's on the roof, waiting for Joan. She arrives, wearing flats, black capris, and a pinkish-red cardigan over a blouse with a white and pinkish-red print. Adam says he thought she wasn't gonna make it again. She says, as she sits next to him, "I was finishing this…for you." She hands him a framed black and white picture and tells him it's Rodin. There's also a woman in the picture. I don't think that's a real picture, is it? Or even a reproduction thereof? In the first glimpse we see of it, it kind of makes me think of Adam Goldberg and Amber Tamblyn at a costume party. She tells Adam, "He was a sculptor, like you. He had to support his family by being a bricklayer. And this is his, um, his girlfriend, Rose." You know, between the fact that Adam Rove and August Rodin share initials (along with a few other characteristics), and the whole Adam/Joan/Iris thing (though it doesn't exactly parallel the Auguste Rodin/Rose Beuret/Camille Claudel thing), I'm starting to think these things aren't exactly coincidences. She smiles at Adam, who doesn't seem to know what to make of this gift. Joan adds, "His house in Paris is a museum now. It's filled with all the stuff that he made." Adam says softly with watery eyes, "I'm not Rodin, Jane." Joan replies, "No…you're Adam Rove." I can't help but hear Dustin Hoffman saying "You are Lisa Simpson." Sorry, I know: back to the schmoop. She continues, "And you have what you asked for: something real you can hold in your hands. And it doesn't have to make sense, you know? We don't." Adam's pretty much speechless. Joan: "That doesn't mean it's not real." Joan looks incredibly angelic, as she sometimes can.

He puts his arm around her and they both look at the picture, as the camera zooms in on it. "Hold me close and hold me fast / The magic spell you cast / This is la vie en rose…" Suddenly Auguste and Rose morph into Adam and Joan in the period outfits -- Joan's in an off-the-shoulder dress with wavy hair and a yooge pink flower in her hair; Adam's in a vest and shirt -- and the still photo becomes live footage. Cyndi Lauper sings her cover of "La Vie en Rose." I like Cyndi Lauper a lot, but I'm not crazy about this song. However, such is the power of this show that I now like it a little better. We see Adam sketching Joan at a table in a café while people eat and drink and dance and laugh around them. He shows her the sketch and she smiles and giggles a bit, admiring his work. Hmm. As a career opportunity for women, I think "model/muse" kind of sucks. (Quick: Name five famous female artists and their male models/muses. Yeah, I thought so.) "When you kiss me heaven sighs / And though I close my eyes / I see la vie en rose." Then Adam and Joan look at the camera and they morph back into Auguste and Rose, and the camera draws away again.