My room is a library with bookshelves up to the 12 foot level of a 16 foot ceiling. It is paneled with cherry wood recovered from an old estate in Kentucky. It has heart pine floors recovered from a burned out Baptist church, that was 200 years old. I have a Persian rug on my floor. Above me I can see the entrance to a secret room where the last owner kept jewlery and gold coins. On a shelf is a sterling silver cream and sugar from the Kremlin. There are double doors and 10 foot windows. I am surrounded by musical instruments of all description among which is a panpipe, several recorders, 2 guitars, a tenor banjo, a bunch of penny whistles, 2 watercolors of the gates in Chester, a map of Suffolk, an American Flag, a bass fiddle bow, a 17 inch copy of the Eiffel Tower, a wooden seachest full of alcohol bottles, and an oilpainting of a cafe scene of Aix en Provence.