Here is the next part of the tale about Picasso, Modigliani and others from Ginger Cat Charlie.

I appreciate your patience, dear friend; your ginger cat Charlie is back with you.

The mesmerizing piano music kept waking me up, so I didn't get much sleep.

The salon was richly furnished, with oil paintings on canvas of many genres on the walls and a stunning chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Ladies wearing artsy-craftsy robes and headgear smiled sweetly at their pals. Well-dressed men smoked cigars and bowed or nodded at their female counterparts. The waitresses barely had time to serve the meal and champagne.

The party became pretty noisy and raucous. A black piano with an open lid stood in the middle of the salon. Some guy performed a wonderfully melodious melody with passion and mastery.

 "Yes, monsieur, you are gazing at a great composer and musician, Erik Satie," said my new friend Charles. I remember him as a superb young pianist in a Montmartre cafe-cabaret."

Rather than widening my eyes, I gave a little nod.

Erik Satie was surrounded by a small group of well-dressed men and women, all holding champagne glasses.

Their grins and half-opened eyes indicated their cheerful demeanour.

Some muted voices became increasingly audible from the other side of the room. 

The attractive young woman sat in the sofa's center under an interesting figurative painting.

On her left side, a handsome guy with fiery eyes and crossed arms over his chest sat, while another with close-set eyes and a prominent nose sat on her right. 

His look was laced with irritation.

Three men stayed opposite them, interrupting each other as they argued about various exhibits and pushed those sitting to display specific artwork.

 ''You see, Jeanne Hébuterne, that beauty in the sofa's center,'' Charles said kindly.

‘’Amadeo Modigliani and Pablo Picasso are on each side of her.’’- continued Chares. ‘’You already know she's an artist and a model for both of them, but now charming Fernande Olivier is Pablo Picasso's muse, and someone knows she's more than that. 

My old acquaintances, those squabbling men, have become essential personalities in contemporary France's arts, music, and literary scene.

When you read a Paris newspaper, it is effortless to understand. My pal, you could see Henri Matisse, Georges Braque, and Guillaume Apollinaire here.''

Meanwhile, this rowdy group elected to go directly to 13 Rue Ravignan in Montmartre, often known as the Bateau-Lavoir, their well-known residence and studio compound.

 13 Rue Ravignan in Montmartre, often known as the Bateau-Lavoir.

''Do you want to follow them?'' questioned Charles. ''However, you won't see anything intriguing there - all abstruse conflicts will end up in boring drinks,'' he said, detecting my uncertainty.

 In contrast, I was eager to get home and inform my host about my travels.

That's why I politely declined and had his promise to visit us at our place.

Then, when I awakened in my home, I focused on the long period between 1906 and 2024.

Something here baffled me, but the most important thing was his pledge to visit.

 I appreciate you being there for me throughout this story, my friend.

But on the other hand, I'd like to tell you more about those guys.

Jeanne Hébuterne, Modigliani's girlfriend and a competent artist in her own right, may have introduced him to Picasso indirectly during his time at Madam Stein's salon. 

Hébuterne posed for both painters, and it is claimed that she introduced Modigliani and Picasso, resulting in some influence or inspiration between the two.

As for the original painting in my host's office, this is his wife Elena's new interpretation of Picasso's renowned ''Acrobat on the Ball.''