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The hand-embroidered monogram on this
curtain is only one of many graceful artistic
touches Patricia has added to their home |
Phillip and Patricia have graciously given us the use of
their own bedroom during our stay, explaining that since Astrid and Geoffrey
are spending the weekend in Astrid’s old room, the only other option for us
would have been Lauren’s room, which, in her absence, has been taken over by
her cat—and they didn’t want to subject us to any unwelcome feline
companionship. Although we do like cats, we don’t like trying to sleep with
them (our own Puck gets shut in the basement every night before we go to bed),
so we deeply appreciate Phil and Patricia’s sacrifice on our behalf. So, having
rested well in their bed—which combines the antique charm of our first bed at
Belleek Castle with the width and comfort of our second—we woke to a beautiful
Sabbath morning. Downstairs we found an equally beautiful table set with a
continental breakfast: fresh croissants, pains
au chocolate, a brioche with butter and homemade jams, and bowls of hot
chocolate to dunk everything in. And, as a polite concession
to the peculiar habits of her American family, Patricia also had provided a
carafe of orange juice.