An antique map of Paris, I found another!
The first one I found I wall-papered to our bedroom wall in Provence.
The second one I sold.
The third one I framed and brought it to Paris to hang in the bedroom.
And the fourth one who knows...
You might think that finding these sorts of maps are easy. Nope! French antique maps of Paris like this one, Turgot, are not easy to find. I have been lucky, determined, and grateful.
French Husband is hanging the map as I type.
He knows if I hang the map, he will be a nervous wreck. He is factual, I am flighty. He is Mr. Detail when it comes to things like this, and I am fast, furious, and reckless. He will make twenty perfectly drilled holes since there are twenty frames. I on the other hand would make ten thousand and maybe two would be straight.
French Husband doesn't want a wall that looks gunshot.
Remember the barber stand that I found when we first started this renovation? Well it is going to go in the bedroom. I added a pair of extra long grey candles.
French Husband's reflection in the barber stand's mirror caught my eye.
Yes, the barber stand will stay in the bedroom.
I never knew that renovations could be...um...err... so sexy.
"Darn, I wish I had lite the candles. Candle light would have added to the photo." I giggled.
French Husband wasn't listening, instead he said, "I thought you told me the map was five across, and four down..."
I am in serious trouble.
A leak, a fire, a second leak... that's nothing, but my miscalulating and adding that he didn't have to double check, equals a gunshot wall.
Oh well, it will look pretty when all is said and done.
And a few gunshots will add to the flavor of the story.