Floor-to-ceiling books. I think the floor of the upper balcony is actually not much thicker than the height of one shelf — so parsimonious were this library’s architects with their wall-space. And rightly so, for it is so very pleasing to be barely able to cram that two-storey wall of books into a single photo frame:
NB: it may be of passing, prurient interest to some that today, for the first time ever, I was sternly escorted out (read: evicted) from a library I have been attempting to infiltrate for a while now — a certain library I peered longingly into some time ago. That place is like a fortress, guarded by a veritable contingent of bibliophilic Cerberuses. Woe is me.