Bookstores...I love to spend some time in a (any) bookstore, it makes me calm...nobody talks & everybody is with his nose in a book. Do you realise that when you're looking in books in a bookstore, your mind is free, you don't think of anything but the pictures you see or the summary you're reading. Especially this period of the year, most of us buy a book for someone and 2 or 3 books for ourselfs. That's what happens to me everytime!!So, last week I found a book in 2 volumes about the work of our famous Belgian landscape architect 'Jaques Wirtz', his gardens & parcs are known all over the world.
Wirtz international landscape architecture
Of course, there was more ... A beautifull black covered book with attractive pictures of library & bookcases with old patinated italian looks & mythical aura took my attention. 'The Secret Archives of the Vatican'! It was not an option not to buy it, even without giving it a closer look...
It's not finished!!
There was this nice book about Christian Dior. I loved the cover but I didn't buy it....yet.
I love the dress on the frontpage, this elegant 'post-war fashion look' Dior rocked the world with.
This is elegance.
A very good one
'Queen of the desert', the extraordinary life of Gertrude Bell.
Late 19°C, the first women who went to university in England.
She was an adventurer, Adviser of Kings, Ally of Laurence of Arabia...a true story.
One to read!!
Paulo Coelho's 'The Alchemist'
The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a younth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
he said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But…was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story,” the alchemist thought.