Except that . . . one May morning in Paris, walking along Rue Bonaparte, I was transfixed by some gorgeous housses (cushion covers) in this window. Perhaps if the Sales Assistant had been less friendly, I might have just kept the covers in my memory, tucked away the business card in my bag, and our Bordeaux mascaron would have travelled home with us, uncushioned. Instead, though, Yannick represented Jules Pansu (Home FurnishingTextiles) with such amiable and generous pride in the beautiful textiles they produce, that we left with not one but SIX housses and the cushions to fill them when we got home.
At least, we left that morning having chosen the six, and with an agreement to come back that afternoon after Yannick calculated the shipping cost. We had decided that rather than buying another case (for these surely wouldn't fit into our carry-on luggage), we would try what many people have recommended to us -- having goods shipped home separately.
When we returned, though, our new friend told us that the shipping fees would be 70 Euros -- not at all a negligible sum. Still, by the time we paid for a new case. . . which would be a (very slight) hassle to find and buy . . . and we'd no longer be as wonderfully unencumbered on our train to the airport . . . and we'd wanted to see if posting separately could be a solution. So we committed. And to sweeten the pot, Yannick offered to include in the package anything else we didn't want to bother carrying home with us. I immediately thought of our amiable friend from Bordeaux, not too heavy, but definitely awkward to carry and at constant risk of breakage. And indeed, when we opened our parcel last week, we found that he'd been wrapped with care, had travelled without a single dent.
As we told Yannick, that lovely morning and afternoon in the shop on that busy Paris street, his kindness would be part of our cushions' story as they brought France home to/with us. He was so patient with our French; although his English was obviously very good, he deferred to our wish to practise our second language. Thus beyond the pillows' obvious beauty, they carry an element of warmth and friendship, a general spilling over of goodwill.
No way could I resist these fanciful fish, swimming through their coral reefs. . . .
And you? Facing the weekend in comfort? (If you're entering a sunny weekend, be careful how you break the news . . . we're getting very despondent here in the land of Junuary . . . )