(Of course, I refused to give up my Texas license and just showed my electric bill to establish my residency.)
The building is old and beautiful: big wooden doors, coral stone that's probably illegal now, a fountain in front and tropical plants all around.
It brought back memories of library time - Ramona books and mystery novels - in elementary school, and checking out Lou Reed and David Bowie CDs in high school. Really, libraries have a mysterious aura to them. They hold secrets. Like the great library of Alexandria. Or the medieval labyrinth of a library in The Name of the Rose. And then there's Borges' "La Biblioteca de Babel."
My first check-outs: Finding Mañana by Mirta Ojito and an animated version of Janáček's opera The Cunning Little Vixen.
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