But most of all I love the fact that this shop is not in the US, or Wiltshire, or the 6th Quartier, rather it is about 5 km up the road from me. So it is not fantasy. It is real. If I chose to I could get in my car, drive there, and buy these French banquettes and be back home in 15 minutes.
These banquettes are something I have been looking at recently. In a completely hypothetical way. I have nowhere to put them of course. And really, whilst they are suitable for 18th century perching near a fire, how often do we perch politely these days?
Really they should be in this home:
(Pio Ricci 'The Love Letter' 1875)
And they would work well in this kind of space - a pinky salon style living room.
Or maybe in a hallway, for resting between household chores.
Whatever their use, I think I love them because they perhaps are so useless. Delicate, and green, and a bit pointless.
This weekend, some quince cooking, and some vegetable planting. And lots and lots of sleep, if the Gods are on my side.
(Images: (1) Meirelles (2) ThursdaysAntiques (4) Ludwig Design)