Take a Photo Before It Breaks

I found this petite serving dish 30+ years ago in Paris and instantly formed an unhealthy attachment to it. These things happen; they cannot be explained. It's a bit faded now, as am I, and the day may come when it doesn't survive a dinner service. If that happens it comforts me to know I won't need to rely on memory alone to recall the small happiness it brought to me and my table.