Saturday, April 24, 2010
I think in another life I must have lived in a lovely Paris apartment with all the argent the maids could keep polished. This table full at the Paris Flea Market was just begging me to indulge my Southern love of silver. Well I had to walk right on by without so much as a teaspoon or napkin ring. Mon ami Mark was horrified to hear that! Maybe I'll return next visit and find a little something while I'm there looking for that lace scarf !