Sun-bleached old workbench, Moustiers Sainte-Marie
Rocks may hit you on the head
I have more recent pictures of beautiful wooden doors than I care to admit, from France, Italy and Switzerland.
When the social situation in the U.S. deteriorates for another twenty years and we move to France this is what I'll do, he told himself...
Below, this old chess set from olive wood was tempting to bargain for (in need of some repair):
I abstained, as we stopped the car at every brocante in provence between Moustier and Nîmes.
Possibly the oldest-looking confessional in existence
Calvin's chair, non-reclining
This is fancy
In hindsight this seems less than perfectly safe