Dressing table number two, tricked out as a bar. A bar with no alcohol, which is pathetic, but it does make for a nice decanter display area.
My reason for living in France tells me that if any of those decanters had liquid in them it would more than double the weight of their containers and the poor little vanity would crumble under the burden. In fact, he has suggested for the safety of the crystal and the piece of furniture that I remove several of my treasures, "right this minute, before disaster strikes."
We're still in negotiation.
I dread the thought of having to "arrange" -- now there's a euphemism if ever there was one -- my real dressing table, i.e. the one I actually use every day, for the final post in this riveting series.
If my best laid plans don't work out I'll take a picture of the chateau in our village for next weekend.