I was seventeen years old when I made my first journey to London in 1909. I had never until then left my family, where I was as happy as one can be at that age of torment, with a mother and a sister who were ideally companionable. The three of us lived in a state of perpetual enthusiasm for everything that seemed beautiful to us, in whatever domain it might be. Debussy and Maeterlinck were our gods. That year, 1909, had brought us the dazzle of the Ballet Russes.
The Very Rich Hours of Adrienne Monnier.
Just started dipping into (& very much enjoying!) this delightful collection of essays by Adrienne Monnier, the lifelong companion and advisor to the legendary Sylvia Beach, founder of The Shakespeare and Co. bookshop in Paris. The bookshop was originally located across the street from Monnier’s Maison des Amis des Livres (literally translated as the ‘house of the friends of books’) on the Left Bank. 🙂