Map cocktail table - Kids wooden table and chairs - Pull up coffee table.
Map Cocktail Table
- These machines are smaller versions of the standard pinball machine, usually about the size of a cocktail table, from where they get their name. These machines have no backbox and the playfield top glass is unsloped and horizontal, allowing drinks to be placed on it.
- A long and low table normally positioned in front of a sofa, which provides a surface for serving. Find a coffee table.
- coffee table: low table where magazines can be placed and coffee or cocktails are served
- Associate (a group of elements or qualities) with an equivalent group, according to a particular formula or model
- a diagrammatic representation of the earth's surface (or part of it)
- make a map of; show or establish the features of details of; "map the surface of Venus"
- Represent (an area) on a map; make a map of
- Record in detail the spatial distribution of (something)
- function: (mathematics) a mathematical relation such that each element of a given set (the domain of the function) is associated with an element of another set (the range of the function)
map cocktail table - Trunk Table
Trunk Table (Brown) (18"H x 36"W x 24"D)
With a classic appearance reminiscent of the old world, the Trunk Table is perfect for adding some traditional style to your living room! This coffee table has a sturdy wood construction and provides ample storage and display space. The entire surface of this occasional table has a laminated old world map surface with glaze and lacquer Features genuine leather appointments, creating the illusion of a classic travel trunk The leather accents also feature stylish brass buckles A center drawer provides extra storage to the piece Round carved wood feet finish off this attractive piece Assembly level/degree of difficulty: No Assembly Required.
Villa dei Papiri
Why do we always arrive in the dark? Dusk, this bit further south jumps up on you quite unexpectedly. Agroturismo is a fantastic idea and gives you access to a great collection of rural locations - but often a bit off the beaten track - this was our undoing. The map I'd printed out showed the location, just drop off the main A18(orE45) onto the SS115, head for Siracusa and it's signposted. Yes, but no. Sunlight to no-light was surprisingly quick - so I thought the best thing to do was telephone for directions. We choose French as our Lingua franca, interesting and almost workable. Yes, we'd passed the two speedboat parks and crossed the railway line (twice) and turned round in the factory area, but no, the signs were not there, the minor road was not there and the French was not really there either. So the little bar at the side of the road seemed the best solution. It's at that point that the intensity of the dark gets mixed with the isolation of the location, the collection of locals adds that extra dash of spice and the whole cocktail of Britons Abroad becomes an unsettling mix. But we dive in (I dive in, Mrs J remains safe in the car) . English is just a foreign tongue in this place so I reasoned that a quick exchange in French (call number four) with the now weary receptionist before handing him over to the Bar owner would get things sorted. Correct, Italian is very physical (the language) and the Italian (Bar owner) was in full operatic speak, like a one-armed windmill with my mobile clamped to his ear. Big grins, knowing shrugs and the skyward looks we've all done when in the company of simpletons. Hands back 'phone. OK we know where we are, we know where we want to be and at half-past-seven (points to watch and wall clock) the pathfinder will arrive and you will be escorted to your destination. Time to retrieve Mrs J and call for a beer and wait. We sit outside - it's dark and not warm (early spring) and nobody has ever sat outside that little bar, in the dark, in March. The locals turning up for food and drink are amused - but we are happy and awaiting deliverance. We finish the beers, hand in the bottles and glasses and get into the car to wait. The bar is swept, the tables stacked, the shutters padlocked over windows and lights clicked off. Mr and Mrs Bar owner get into their Fiat, flash up the engine and begin to head off out of the dirt car-park. Alarm! - we're going to be left here in the dark, very dark darkness and hope we are discovered - but no, left window wound down and expansive 'Follow-me' gestures - ah, so that's it, he's going to lead us - great relief! So, we're off and just like all the best TV Police shows, he's desperate to lose us as fast as possible - onto the main road, then off the main road, diving down and around the smaller lanes for a good five or six miles. T-junctions, cross roads, tight bends all springing into light with no warning and then the flamboyant wheels locking and slide to a halt - we are there. A friendly wave and the Bar family are gone. The gates are open, the drive is lit, the place looks perfect. We are each handed a large glass of local rosso and shown in to the large living/dining area to unwind, the Christian Women's meeting is in Full Bible Reading mode . . . " Titus 2:3-5 Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine . . . " It's been a long day.
10013 is more than a Zip Code --- it ?s a life map of our lives, as exemplified by landmarks such as Provenzano?s Garage, Odeon, the Liquor Store, the Square Diner, the Transit Seed Co. and the ATT&T building. The cocktail parties at the Bubble Lounge, the We Live in Public party at the turn of the millennium, late nights in the back room at TriBeCa Garden, Freedom Lights and surreal space ship lights over Yaffas. Many of these will soon disappear TriBeCa is the keeper of the lost souls of those who lost their lives and those who lost their chance to remember how well it felt to be alive. After 9/11 many friends moved on. The lights seemed to go out all over TriBeCa. I stayed because I saw myself as the keeper of the memories. I try to immortalize the beauty and what TriBeCa has meant and how we can keep focused on better times ahead. It wasn?t so long ago when TriBeCa felt wild and free. The history of the neighborhood is embedded in its walls by generations of innovative artists, buildings, and workers -- mostly immigrants who?ve passed through and left a lasting mark. Flowing thoughts about the ancient stone sidewalks, made in TriBeCa, touched by the footsteps of great men and women, presidents and radical thinkers, industrious immigrants, gangs and girls in all their glory and artists of every kind bring history alive. Venice is the only city in the world that can be compared to TriBeCa. The beauty of TriBeCa has always been appreciated by the true New Yorkers who came here like early pioneers looking for the basic good things in life ? music and food and wide-open rooms to work and live in. Even the sky is open down here ? sounds drift lazy through the night laughter and murmuring conversations, distant horns and fire truck sirens seem far away. Danger always seems so remote in TriBeCa even after the memory of low flying jets on a sunshine filled morning. How one looks at photographs is always personal, but I believe over time these images will be valuable documents for the way they show how a vital powerful community is being forced to leap to the next level, Donna Ferrato, G. Neri