No, not a literal monkey. She is addicted to china (little c). She was the first in the shop and the last out. We could give my daughter a piece every birthday of her life I think.
We are back at the hotel resting. Thank god for shipping! There is no way I could carry it all. I have my wallet in a little hammock atop a martini, recovering from the experience.
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