Of all the amazing things. I walked into the house yesterday afternoon and the electricians had hung the pendants in the entry hall. I ordered them about 18 months ago, back when the guys said they would finish on time. They have languished in a box ever since. I have lived in fear that they would get mildewed or crushed or suffer some other horrible fate. But no, they survived and here they are. Unfortunately, so are those horrible metal caps. This will do if I don’t ever look up but I’d rather find another electrician, one more sympathetic to old houses. Meantime, Jacques and I will be grateful for what we have.