Collecting things from different places is like to have the whole world
at home. When I sit down on the breakfast table in the morning and sip
out of my french bol, it tells a story:
The story of a beautiful spring day with beloved friends spent in Paris. Strolling down the streets, stopping here and there for a crêpes or a macaroon, doing some window shopping, when finally there were these milkbowls - but I wanted to 'think about it'. After a few days
when I couldn't get it out of my head, I realized I needed to buy
these bols but then the shop wasn't to open until half an hour earlier to my depart. So I locked my luggage in one of the lockers at Gare
de l'est which was too small and too expensive and then I walked the way
along to the shop, so that I knew how long it will take me to get back to the train station. When I looked at my watch, I was still too early, so I sat down on a bench at the Canal St Martin, enjoying the silence until I had to hurry back to my train, when I could finally buy these bols. Moments later, I made it to the train just in time with a smile on my face, because I had a piece
of Paris in my bag.
Another beautiful tableware I want to surround myself with, especially those mugs.
This shop in Berlin has all the wonderful magazines out there in stock, so you'll never miss an issue.
What about collecting letters?
I bought my first cookbook - the beginning of a long lasting collection.
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