Yesterday I was walking around with my friend and she and I were discussing how our dream job would be to work in a great library or an old bookshop. I'm sure most readers of this blog would agree with us. With a great twist of fate, I had the most vivid dream last night that I worked in a library like the one above found in a secret passageway of the Galleria Vittorio Emmanuele. After entering said passageway, a staircase was found which brought you down and then up to the library. I could smell the paper! I could hear the creak of the floorboards! I wasn't rich of course, but could pay my bills. The library was filled with clever, bearded men with occhiali tartaruga, cardigans, famous artists and women with white streaks in their hair. What a misfortune to awaken. This library has been in my thoughts since daybreak.