Do you see what Eliza is holding in her hand? My present.
She is standing in front of the oldest paper shop in Venice, Italy.
In this shop there are hand made papers of all sorts as well as
prints made from hundred year old wood blocks.
This is my dream location and Eliza found it.
Hand made leather bound books, prints and marble paper.
On the door are collages of figures in action.
The elderly couple who run the shop sold
Eliza scraps of paper that she chose from piles cascading
off the work table. Once she made her selection, they
wrapped them up with care.
My birthday celebration is now complete.
It simply isn't a birthday without hand printed
paper from the oldest shop in Venice.
Goodbye to April and on to the merry month of May!
3 comments:
Ok, and so...
Machievelli sold her the paper..?
No...
Yes? ....ah, bueno!
Aah, it seems that the McLeans are, as a family, fine paper connoisseurs. On Sarah and my trip to Kyoto, we spent a great deal of time searching for a very famous Japanese paperie for similar gift giving.
What a wonderful gift.
So, John, should Baby be holding her breath? Oh, I see, it's coming next year!
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