This isn’t too exciting as posts go but I thought I would post a couple of photos of a chair belonging to a set of 4 that we bought for our apartment in Paris. We found them at a type of used furniture store which sold furniture both antique and just used. They are bistro chairs, once commonly found at bistros and restaurants in France. I’ve seen a few here and there in Paris but they aren’t as common any more. I just liked the shape of them and the design on the seat. Maurice doesn’t find them very comfortable but I don’t want to cover up that lovely design.
We also got an antique table at the same time which I neglected taking a photo of. It is oval in shape with gate legs that can be folded so a leaf of the table can drop-something we need in our small apartment. We only open it to full size when we have company.
On another note, a look at my French. After my month long immersion class and now only speaking French with Maurice I was feeling decidily optomistic on my French speaking-until I tried to buy some bread that is. Maurice asked me to get him a baquette, but one that is called “tradition”. Sounded easy to me, so I went into the boulangerie and asked for a baquette tradition. The man behind the counter, who was also the baker but manning the shop (he is married to the woman who is usually there), grabbed a regular baguette to stick in the sack. “No,” I said, ” a baguette tradition.” He grabbed a baquette that had been cut in half. I said no again and repeated what I wanted. This time he grabbed a baquette with cereal in it. Again I said, “un baguette tradition”. I could have just pointed at it but I wanted him to understand what I was saying. He finally grabbed the right one. I don’t know if it was a lucky guess or not. I obviously am doing something wrong. Maurice says I am just trying too hard.