Marble floors fairly common in this part of the world. Take, for example, the marble walls and floors in the Athens metro stations. The floors in the flat are marble tile, and shiny enough that I’ve been caught thinking I saw something flicker across the floor and realising it was the reflection of a bird in the sky outside the window.
And surplus tiles, especially small or chipped ones sometimes appear slated for the garbage pickup along with other odd bits of construction detritus. So when we saw several pieces of blue marble tile we couldn’t resist salvaging them to see what could be made of them. The result, largely down to J’s jigsaw patience, a small white wooden table newly topped with marble (arranged but not cemented on top of paper).