Two sides of the same coin.
My father brought some coins back from the Middle East in 1942. I like this one with its Art Nouveau flourishes and the hole in the middle. I hang it by a chain on a wrought iron bedstead.
A quiet place.
A quiet place.
Two sides of the same coin.
My father brought some coins back from the Middle East in 1942. I like this one with its Art Nouveau flourishes and the hole in the middle. I hang it by a chain on a wrought iron bedstead.