continuando com a livraria

Continuando com "a" livraria...

Realmente ela é tão invulgar que não resisto a mostrar-vos mais algumas fotos que tirei.

Nestas conseguem-se vislumbrar alguns dos expo-

sitores exteriores e mais um conjunto de pratelei-

leiras interiores.

A fachada da Livraria tem duas portas. Tenho-vos mostrado a da direita por ser a mais representativa mas...ao lado da porta esquerda em duas enormes ardósias

encontra-se publicado desde o 1º de janeiro de

2004 o jornal que me atrevo a reproduzir, por reflectir tão bem o espírito do livreiro.

Paris Wall Newspaper

Some people call me The Don Quixote of the Latin Quartier.

Because my head is so far up in the clouds that I can imagine all of us are angels in Paradise and instead of being a Bonafide Bookseller I am a frus- trated novelist store has rooms like chapters in a novel.

And the fact is Tolstoi and Doestoievsky are more real to me than my nextdoor neighbors. And even stranger is the fact that even before I was born Doestoievsky wrote the story of my life in a book called "The Idiot" and ever since reading it I have been searching for the heroine, a girl called Nastasia Filipovna.

One hundred years ago my Bookstore was a wine shop hidden from the Seine by the anex of The Hotel Dieu Hospital which has since been demolished and replaced by a garden and further back in the year 1600 our whole building was a Monastery called La Maison du Mustier. In the mediaval times each monastery had a frére lamper whose duty was to light the lamps at night.

Then I have been doing this for fifty years. Now it is my doughters turn...

C.W.