England, 1974.
I was browsing in a wee shop tucked away on a side
street that had the most beautiful objects I had
ever seen.

Intriguing, new, different items from everywhere.
Totally fascinating.
I was alone so I wandered up and down every aisle.
Handled most of the merchandise.

There were no price tags on anything.

Finally, after seeing everything the proprietess had,
I approached her behind her counter.
Where she had been watching me for over 2 hours.

'Everything is so lovely!' I told her.
She smiled.
'But I see no prices?'
'No' she said.

'So how do I know what you are asking?'
'Everything of beauty has value' she said.

I showed her a ceramic figurine I had latched onto.
'How much is this?' I asked.

'What do you think it is worth?' she countered.
'Well, I would pay you 25 pounds for it?'

'You have good taste' she offered.
Then..
'I really do not sell anything here.'

'But how does your shop survive?' I queried.
'Oh' she said, I live in the flat above, this is my
collection..I let people look, and appreciate, but
I do not sell anything.'

'Come back any time' she said.

I still remember it, and the perfection of her goods.
She took payment in others enjoyment of her stuff.

Wow
Just wow.

so what you're saying is..
. you wandered into some strangers home.. well they set back watching you. probably thinking. to themselves .what is this lady doing.. and should we be phoning Scotland Yard.. .
.... just kidding that's a beautiful memory for you

I twitter-stalk a certain DJ, but only because he's a lovely person. Wanna phone my pshychiatrist now or later? ;)