Porto | April, 2015
I am sitting in the most beautiful library I have ever seen. White and humble from the outside, small and warm in the inside with two big wooden stares that go up twisted like snakes, somehow reminiscent of a fractal.
The stained glass ceiling, the old wood and the touch of it in all surfaces, the café with this very old cash register (dlin!), people’s faces… most of them are staring around with an open mouth. Cappuccino! (dlin!)