My travels over the summer did not unfold as originally planned.  I am still fighting a twinge of disappointment, but sometimes ‘life be this way.’  Instead of catching a flight to Europe, I ended up spending a great deal of time on the east coast…so I can’t really complain in the grand scheme of things.  My trusty iPhone was losing power one afternoon [I rely heavily on my GPS when I am traveling alone and without a map!], so I started wandering around aimlessly and came across this tiny French antique/furniture store.  I started photographing the outside of the building and sparked up a conversation with the owner—who was French and judging by the pieces in his store, had AMAZING taste.  We complained about burnt coffee beans [cough, Starbucks, cough] while I looked through the pieces he had stacked from floor to ceiling.  Beautifully crafted post-modern and art deco furniture and art in every corner…enough eye candy to overwhelm me and send me skipping all the way to happy hour.