Last summer we were celebrating a wedding up in a small village in Provence. Spent the night in a little hotel where the interior decoration hadn’t changed since the sixties. Except for the bathroom – that must have been renovated in the early eighties (my God, almost gave me a migraine).
Before going to sleep I saw the chairs, soooo nice.
The next day I asked the owner of the hotel if he wanted to sell the chairs.
He looked at me as if I was stupid, obviously he didn’t give them as much value
as I did… So the price was low and I brought ten of them home with me.
Just some months later on, I found something staring at me on the cover of one of my favourite deco-magazines,
yes, my chairs.