There was a great aunt on my father’s side of the family – who lived in a mansion by central park in a town somewhere far away – and inside her house, it was almost as if I were walking through a museum with art, and statues, and trinkets from around the world, mostly the middle east, Africa and Europe and Asia. I was a young girl then, and often looked forward to our visits so that I can explore every nook and cranny of her living room – kind of like this one. And bits of this one have a great week everyone!