Random furniture sightings of late May, in Fremont. A flowery easy chair interrogates a black (faux) leather sofa with juvenile pears on it. “What are you doing here?” And, a wooden rocking chair passes out by a fire hydrant.


The title of this post is a riff on the title of the song "The Waters of March", a Brazilian song composed by Antônio Carlos Jobim (1927–1994) in 1972. The song's translation in English starts: "A stick, a stone...". We imagine that as "A couch, a chair...".
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