quest for armoires part III

Well theres apparently something about selling armoires that drives you a little crazy, because we had another experience with an eccentric old lady and furniture today. This shop was in the same area as the consignment place, but was HUGE! Not huge as in a warehouse, but like a rabbit warren; there were rooms upon rooms filled with junk: half finished model boats with pillowcase sails, giant industrial sanding machines, stacks of chairs, knick knacks crammed into every corner, a second level with a room full of clocks, bedframes, copper pots, and on and on. There was one room with planks in one corner with so much dust on them that it looked like snow (but not quite the right color!). The old lady who ran the store was "a bit" less distinguished than the last place, and spoke very quickly, in a stream of consciousness style: yesthisone isbeautifulthreepanelsonthesidebutyoumuststepbacktotrulyappreciateit (breath as she steps back) itsRUSTICnotrefinedbut verybeautifulyoucanseeinsideohwaititslockedletmegogetthekey (walking away) sometimespeoplestealthekeysanditsveryannoying. I should back up and say that the nicer stuff was in the front of the store, so as we walked in, we were suitably impressed by the tall armoires with beautiful patinas. We were therefore a little confused when she said "Oh, but I dont have any more armoires!". The confusion came from the fact that we were standing in the middle of a room FULL of tall cupboards that looked suspiciously like armoires. I looked at Chlo to see if I should start laughing, but no, she was apparently serious. It turned out that the tall cupboards are called Bonnetieres, and are still way too expensive for us. But we learned something new today: what a Bonnatiere is (narrower than an armoire, and with only one door)! as well as the word for Beech: Hetre. Tomorrow we leave for St. Leger du Ventoux for some steep climbing, sightseeing and armoire hunting near Isle-sur-la-sorgue.