A place called home

After spending 2 days sorting and clearing furniture from my uncles estate, we were left with this 1950's coffee table. It seemed that no one wanted it... My brother and I , feeling somewhat exhausted both physically and mentally found a local coffee shop to recharge the batteries. And it was there that we found the perfect home. The cafe was furnished with an eclectic mix of recycled furniture... we approached the owner and at 11 am we returned to exchange the table for 3 coffees and a soy hot chocolate! It has a hoe with someone who appreciates its local history... a job is now done.