Without doubt, this is going to be the most intimate, lustful and sultry corner of my blog.
As trembling, pining, desiring entities, at home or abroad, we have to nurture our love life. Or at least, the sexual one.
The 18th-century gilded alcoves were the guilty bivouacs where alliances were stipulated and wars were fought, literally and metaphorically.
To this day, I have to admit that bed meetings are revealing and significant social outposts. And from my alcove, I may be able to unveil some interesting discoveries…