Witch in her Studio

Some years ago and in a country different from the one I currently live in. There was a magical store, who sold magical trinkets. He had a group of magical helpers running the magical store for the magical customers. The only thing that was not magical was the food, which was rather mundane. It is in this store that I discovered the magic of the world. The charm in a smile, the solace while having a beer by the sunset, or the peace of being the first customer of the day. I really remember that store fondly.