Once inside, circulating like a blood corpuscle, I am taken into the heart, the Great Hall. Nothing can describe the experience of being in this room (no photographs allowed).
Isn't this what heaven would look like? But then again, doesn't JC have a slight look of Mephistopheles?... I love this place, this man - even though he poked his head out touristically while I was trying to take a serious view. You see that he does not interrupt the spiral arrangement of the lamps...
Bookshop: The ultimate destination for JC, wherever we are.
My kind of provision.
Soon we'll go outside...
