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Picture your favourite furniture warehouse on a busy Sunday
afternoon -
a hell of jams and queues where the thing you want is invariably
soldout. Now picture the way that Louis XIV bought his furniture.
He didn't have to force his way through crowds of people brandishing
rubber plants and folding chairs to grab the lampshade that he
wasn't quite sure about but thought just might go with the living
room carpet.
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