. . . had originally been working on two other lovely things for late this morning, but they had been taking such an astonishingly long time to complete, that had become rather sidetracked by this hopelessly lovely space in madrid, and all of the perfect little details that lend it such a wonderful warmth and elegance: the luxuriously bright entryway and paneled wood doors with gold hardware, the extravagantly-sized mirrors and art gallery style displays, and most of all, the beautifully handwritten and framed french phrases . . .