The shop is cramped and cluttered in the most beautiful way possible. It's a maze of wonders almost asking for you to slip up and knock something over. Everything in the shop is monstrously expensive, but even more monstrously beautiful. Phia and Jimmy courageously engaged the owner in conversation, he tried in vain to sell them "priceless" etchings for money that they didn't have. I wandered listlessly, enjoying and wondering at the oddities in ignorant, naive silence.

Is it rude of me to love the art but detest the curator? I appreciate his taste, but I couldn't keep myself from being repelled by his air of arrogance about him. I admire the artists and teachers who approach their students with enthusiasm to share the beauty rather than simply pointing out the students' ignorance of the beauty.

Despite my biased complaints about the owner, the shop really is a wondrous place, and I would recommend a visit to anyone who asked. I would also tell them to approach with caution, or at least a very large wallet.