At the New York Public Library – The Stephen A. Schwarzman Building – Photo (c) Jane Rosebery
I have always loved libraries! Going into a building where you can take home books? Yes, please. As a writer, I find I can’t live without my library. For the reference books, for the knowledgeable and kind librarians and for the quiet writing spaces.
Years ago, I walked into my library on a Saturday afternoon just to browse. I came across a book that I must have found quite compelling. Except today I can’t remember the subject or topic. What I do remember is that I took it to the circulation desk where the librarian kindly informed me that this book is a reference book (I hadn’t realized this), but she would make an exception and allow me to take it home for one week. I was (and still am) very touched that she made this exception for me. Librarians are wonderful!
I’m trying to organize my photographs (it’s a daunting task and not going well) when I came across this picture in my Japan file from 2010. I took this photograph in Tokyo. Japan was one of the most wonderful countries I’ve ever visited and would love to go back. The people are so good and honorable and interesting and kind. The food was delicious. Zig-zagging through Tokyo was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. It’s so nice when pictures bring back good memories.