Somewhere in the neighbourhood of the British Museum we found a Little shop of…

A fabulous place where I – and my daughter – could have stayed for ever…The atmosphere, the patina of  the old cupboards; the pencils, the bottled colours…everything.

Of course we bought some colours and sketch books, and I even bought a new pencil-box. My old faithful one is falling apart after 30 years and more of extensive use. But…I know I cannot abandon it anyway…it has stayed with me for ages, seen my university studies and…well, maybe it has brought me luck through tests and safely kept my precious pens and pencils…I am a pen-freak and have always been.

We were both so immersed in our findings, that we forgot to remember the name of this shop. I do know where it is situated, though. I will easily find it next time