The shop like a fairytale with so many secrets, hidden away in a precinct next to the church. I was curious to see the many pieces, all antiques, that were funnily enough orderly disorganised here and there. "Sometimes I don't sell a piece because I don't know where it is"..."this is my pleasure place, I don't care if I make money". And then a touching story: "once, in a market specialised in old children's books, I just come across one that caught my attention. I opened and saw a school report card of a child. I immediately recognised the signature of the teacher: my grandmother! She signed all the months but the one my father was born and a few others after that were she took maternity leave. I wanted to buy the book but couldn't as it was not catalogued yet. I went back months later with the hope of buying the book just to found that it has been sold. It was then that the owner open the first draw of his desk and showed me the report card and handed it to me. He was waiting for me to come back!" I told her the story of my mum's ceramic piece and she made me promise that I will write its story and sick it on its base. I will do it as soon as I get back to Sydney! Thank you so much for such a beautiful story...