we call it the breakfast room

that’s actually a candle flame; the cupboard is a faded apple green

It looks onto the garden roof terrace, away from the street bustle. We eat all of our informal meals here, but otherwise it functions more like a combination Victorian-era morning room and late-twentieth-century family room. Then again, I suppose it’s really Sweetpea’s room [he’s doing fine, thank you; just refuses to give up his millet for regular birdseed or pellets, although he loves his greens as well].
Old American furniture. Nothing here even begins to suggest our current collecting interests. Funny that, but the picture would change if the camera pulled back just a bit.