I recently read Letters to Camondo by Edmund De Waal. It is a very special and deeply affecting book about this Parisian museum:
One of the rooms has a label on it’s door handle. Edmund de Waal describes it thus:
being and becoming in the world
I recently read Letters to Camondo by Edmund De Waal. It is a very special and deeply affecting book about this Parisian museum:
One of the rooms has a label on it’s door handle. Edmund de Waal describes it thus: