The shy young boy took shelter behind
thick baskets of fern. Silent, watching as a
street artist and his monkey
turned the handle to play an organ
for the good folks outside the
Parisian café
(even if it was just for peanuts)

All happening on a friend’s recommend
with a hand drawn map as guide
they’d left their hotel,  had walked
a score of busy blocks or more
on his father’s quest to find and study
the finest hand made cabinet
which was both sturdy and, pleasing
to the eye.
It was his job you see, and
young Thomas Chippendale
already had the love of
touch, smell and working with wood
in his head and, from the smile on his face
knew it was also what he would do one day too
but his would be the best.


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*Although Thomas Chippendale  is very real and, also very famous for his fine Georgian period furniture , this is all fantasy which sprang from the word ‘cabinet’

Shared with The Sunday Whirl #79