December 6th, 2009
A trip to Deyrolle, cabinet of curiosities which I am delighted to report has risen from the ashes of the 2008 fire that threatened it’s demise. Some of the rough-around-the-edges charm is gone, but in it’s place is a more polished, self-aware magnificence. Which I ’spose means Deyrolle grew up.
Began the day with a trip to the flea marché overcome by a sudden, fierce storm. None seemed concerned, leaving Louis Quatorze upholstery to drip and Cloisonne Ming Dynasty urns to collect puddles of rain while continuing the poker game.