The Dr. & I have this antiques dealer in what has to be one of the coldest spots in Italy. The town is called Carcere. Way too many "Rs" for my Anglo-Saxon mouth to properly pronounce in Italian so, I just say... Car care. Works for me. The Dr. just cringes. Fine.
We like this dealer because...
A) he has great knowledge & taste in furniture
and...
B) he shows us stuff which has yet to be touched, and thus, ruined.
For example, this adorable bench caught my eye and a sigh too when, after closer inspection, we discovered there was no-way it could withstand even a child's weight. Apart from the lack of structural stability, the rest was A-OK... the beat-up quality of the orange paint, the rakish angle how it sat on the ground, the incised details of egg & dart and, most especially, the parade of putti!!! across the back-rest. We negotiated a price for the bench with its restoration included. Unfortunately for the dealer, the restoration involved taking the whole thing apart, insert new wood pieces to solidify its structure and nail & glue it back together again. Its cost in Time & Money was way more than thought. However, an agreement was an agreement. The result is charming, no? Gads, yes!!!
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