Pepito and I agreed that this would be our Spanish room, because obviously, every French château needs to relax a little bit. Let’s just all drink a Sanguinello, sleep the afternoon away and forget about those unpaid debts to the Crown. And those mistresses. YOU are the queen of the castle.

Unfortunately, the amazing trove of terracotta tile that I scooped up from a crumbling convent outside Seville got overshadowed by some loose interpretation of Greek mythology. My buttressed ceiling is covered in flying babies and there’s a nymph turning into a tree, and NO, Pepito, it isn’t fantástica. It’s awful and paint over it. And get rid of that plant stand while you’re at it.

But the floor. The floor is amazing, right? There’s a two hundred year-old story in each of those beautiful, weathered squares. I shall uncover them all.


  1. Christine Gray said...

    Dunno. I really like the fresco.

    August 22, 2014 at 5:15 pm
  2. Isa H. said...

    Yes, let’s loosen the corset and have some fun! Love it.

    August 22, 2014 at 6:07 pm
  3. Jamie Fure said...

    Ahhh, Daphne. She looks particularly strong here. Nice biceps.

    August 22, 2014 at 6:35 pm
  4. Maria Johnson said...

    I think I just saw the exact same plant stand on clearence at Home Depot.

    August 22, 2014 at 7:13 pm
  5. Petra Lenz said...

    Madeline, those shutters need to go.

    August 22, 2014 at 8:14 pm
  6. Odette Deschamps said...

    I enjoy that you placed floor at the angle. Très belle.

    August 22, 2014 at 10:17 pm
  7. Linda said...

    Yeah….flying babies are a bit creepy. The Italians love them. But, they love St. Sabastienne too, and he’s really creepy.

    August 23, 2014 at 8:50 am