the ceilings seem alive, whispering of times past and present the ebb and flow of dark wood bearing the literary world’s greatest achievements; the cavernous space echoing ancient mysteries and whimsical theories.
it’s not hogwarts, or an elaborate scene out of macaulay culkin’s (wildly underappreciated) pagemaster. it’s the klementinum library in prague.
and i want to go.
first to indulge, second to read, third to take decorating notes.
the grandeur is completely scalable to an 850sqft apartment and everyone loves a good 16th century globe. especially this girl.