One of my favorite things to do when taking walks around little Parisian neighborhoods is to look in shop windows. You see all sorts of things...
both the beautiful...
... and the bizaare.
Is it wrong of me to admit... I kind of loved this chair? And that if I had a less contemporary home with a room all my own that I could do up as a writer's office/private retreat, I could picture this chair in it as a comfy place to curl up with a good book?
On the other hand, I think there's a reason all this store's silver and gilt-painted furniture was half off!
