Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
The green salon, grey salon and dining room face the garden. The green salon opens to the grey salon and to the hall. The grey salon is the one with the three french doors.
The hall is T shaped and has the black and white encaustic floors. Below you see it from both ends.
The upstairs is lovely. The landing is one of the things that impressed us. Very generous space.
The 17th century Bacchus and Ariadne painting isn’t staying in that spot. It’s going over the stairs. And I’ve bought a wrought iron chandelier to replace that hanging lampshade.
There are some interesting and quirky features here. The doorway walls look incredibly thick. That’s because they’re actually concealed closets.
In other news, the last of the materials for the terrace arrived. Getting them into the garden required a crane. The gates are very tall, but only four metres wide- so the average lorry can’t maneuver in and out.
That’s Mike in the hat trying to help the man who’s guiding the crane. Fortunately photographs don’t come with sounds, because this is when I was screaming from the window BE CAREFUL WITH THE TREES! BE CAREFUL WITH THE GATES! Fortunately both survived. Mike tipped the men for doing a good job and putting up with my screaming. They looked terribly surprised. Apparently that’s not done here. We’re used to tipping people as a general rule. It’s a fine line between showing appreciation and appearing patronizing. One we must still learn.