Whilst living in Amsterdam a lifetime ago I was working for a, shall we say, "shady character" in the property market as a hired hand. As well as "liaising" with unwanted tenants I sometimes had to help clear out the furniture of a newly acquired property in the centre of town and on this day amongst all the nick-nacks and soft furnishings of the recently departed I came across, what I like to call, the original coffee table.
It was round, about 6ft across, and sat on three 2in thick angled legs about a foot from the floor and the dark wood was a good 2in thick all-round. But what made this unique was the centre.
Sat in a 18in hole was a brass dish, on which a lid of embossed brass which had 6 or so small dish shapes around the rim which took matching cups, some larger dents in the middle took a large coffee pot. Apparently the dish was filled with hot coals from the fire which kept the coffee of the chatting bohemians nice and warm as they philosophised into the small hours.
It was a simple peace and I wish I could have kept it and not thrown it into the skip, but as I said this was a life time away. Perhaps I could re create the table with a modern twist, maybe a John T Unger Firebowl in the middle.
Time will tell.
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