The Austrian National Library (Osterreichische Nationalbibliothek.) Established in the 18th century as the Hof-Bibliothek and situated in the Hofburg Palace in Vienna, birthplace of Marie Antoinette, it is one of if not the most beautiful libraries in the world.
Murder and Mayhem Bookshop, Wales
au in which the library of alexandria didn’t burn down
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth."
[jokes about being in love with a character] [is actually serious] [and not joking] [in any way] [at all]
During the protests that started in Gezi Park, Istanbul, Turkey, people organized this Public Library in Gezi Park that was later destroyed by the police (as you can see in the last 2 photographs).
Between the chaos and the danger of police brutality (that severely injured and killed civilians), people got together and built a library.
This is the human spirit in its most beautiful form.
Thanks to einhellesbitte for the information and the links.
Images source: Gezikutuphanesi