The party never really begins until the plates hit the table. These came from a noble house near Marseille, where Sunday feasts stretched well past sunset. Made in the early 20th century and found in Avignon, they once carried roasts, salads, and sole meunière through candlelit suppers and languid lunches. Now, Sylvie imagines them heaped with olives, cherries, and soft cheeses - waiting to be passed around the table once more.
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