The cloakroom was a simple and welcoming place to keep your outer-attire. Up and down the room were stands with pegs radiating outward. When they were full of cloaks they appeared as the gayest of Christmas trees, so welcoming in any season.
Everyone wears cloaks around these parts, for they are simple to sew and most elegant upon each gender.
The cloaks in that room were all local, all made by the same small group of tailors. Their fabric was the warmest of velvets and each was lined with fleece.
That's what I loved about the cloakrooms in this town... they really were full of cloaks... in every hue of the rainbow.
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