A friend of mine was moving from a humble but practical apartment to a grand one with a lot less storage. So just before, she called me. “I have to move. Can you buy my Astier de Villatte? It’s perfect for a country house.”
Well, deals on that stuff come up just about never so, okay. I bought it, sight unseen, on the word of a friend with exquisite taste. She lives in very central Paris, no parking, so one afternoon I pulled over where she was waiting curbside on her one – lane street. We tossed everything into the trunk. She patted Jacques on the head and off I went to the house.
That’s it, end of story, until today, about 8 months later. Today I was finally able to unpack the stuff. It’s a lot. What was presented as a sort of dessert service for four, plus a couple of things, is actually way more than would fit in this drawer. It feels more like a housewarming present than a purchase, which I guess is why I’m showing it to you. How very nice of her to think of me.