Henry Miller Library, Big Sur, California
The Library is a living proof that the beauty of life is not in the assets but in the atmosphere. It was hard to leave. Books, vinyls, posters, wood, Henry. And Anais. I suspected myself that I was looking for Anais, not for Henry. There are concerts and movies at the pleasant outdoor amphytheatre and there are the scent of the redwoods and the fulfilled promise of the Pacific Ocean to indulge in.