A room with books is all I really need.
And please, more spare time to read :)
And please, with your eyes on me ;)
A room with books is all I really need.
And please, with your eyes on me ;)
Let's visit the library of Bayt Yakan in Cairo, Egypt.
A house dating around 1640. The house was restored and reflects Cairo’s layered culture, which has been influenced by both colonial occupation and multi-ethnic immigration. Now it houses a library with 20,000 rare books focusing on architecture.
I would love to visit it. To smell. To see. To have you near.
Source: here.
For the next five (5) weeks no letter from me. Summer holiday!
My reading list for this summer:
What a lovely book is De Waal, 'Brieven aan Camondo' (2021). Silenced. With bated breath. Sober. Like a Japanese Zen garden.
Three quotes (translated from Dutch pages 103, 124 and 133):
"And I know you too. You wanted to complete things, needed to put things back together, you must have known what separation feels like, dispersion feels.
You started building this house and then your son died. The house changed. He had to come back to it, it became something to give to this mutilated homeland."
"I noticed that your father's copy of 'Histoire de la poésie des Hébreux' is among the classics. That pleased me. And I was glad to see that you have Charles' book on Dürer, which he wrote many decades ago in his study, in the Rue de Monceau. I'm sure many collectors ordered books for their library by the metre, along with the curtains, but you loved books. "
P.S. Father Moïse de Camondo founded a museum for his son Nissim who died as pilot in World War I: Musée Nissim de Camondo. Moïse died in 1935. His daughter, her (ex)husband and their two children were murdered by the germans in World War II because they were jews.
P.P.S. The three pictures are from rooms of the museum: petit bureau, salon bleu and salle à manger.
P.P.P.S. I read a Dutch translation. The original title of this book: 'Letters to Camondo'.