2.25.2009

Skep!

For years, I have passed this magical little shop in Manhattan and admired the bee skep and terra cotta pots, the fabulous painted floors, the evocative enamel sink, and the wild, spidery reflections of the candelabrum on the wall after hours.

Looking in the window is like gazing into another time. I have never once seen a human being inside this little store, and sometimes think it really is a portal into another, churning world.

3 comments:

C.M. Mayo (Madam Mayo Blog) said...

Quite charming... it reminds me of the chapter in Harriet Ellis's book about the man who sells skeps...

KC said...

is that the name of the store? It looks wonderful. I have been very impressed with this posting from abroad! Planning to check out the dates on the library and maybe get there (the power of gsh!) and I very much enjoyed the Burroughs.

Gerry Gomez Pearlberg said...

I don't even know the name of the store, KC. If there is one, it's not very obvious. (The posts were written in NYC pre-trip and set on "timer" to post at various points in time. I can show you sometime, if you like.)

CM--thanks for the tip; I will check out that book.