I was taken to a delightful restaurant bar the other night in Bangkok called The Bookshop. What a marvellous place! Bookshelves floated above and old-fashioned tomes fluttered up and down. Everywhere I looked, there was a feast for the eyes.
Unfortunately, my photos just don’t do it justice!
It felt something like entering an Escher drawing. Or perhaps the magical library that we find in The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore. And then I thought of this wonderful painting of Alice in Wonderland by Iassen Ghiuselev:
Between the Cracks of Here and There 