By the time my friend and I finished lunch, the rain had stopped, the sky was blue and the just-dowsed hyacinths scented the walk we took around the garden. Inside the house were treasures from Post's collection, including Faberge eggs and a large collection of Russian art.
And then there was this breakfast room. Post's table was always set for four, even if she dined alone. It's a big waste of plates and silverware, of course, but I kind of like the idea.