pipe dreams in viennese thrift shops

The bag below comes from a thrift shop in Vienna. I dragged my friend round various metro stations and through broad, sleepy, leafy avenues on a brilliantly sunny day. Not knowing what to expect of Viennese thrift shops, instead of the kooky, poky little shop I'd imagined, we wandered into what was basically a warehouse full of stuff with trucks beeping and reversing and a distant horizon made up of furniture, shelves, and old electrical equipment. I think I drove my friend crazy rifling through cardboard boxes of teaspoons, running my hands along the spines of rows and rows of books, and standing rooted to the spot gaping at chandeliers and faded lampshades swinging up above me. I wanted to take everything back with me to New Zealand, knowing full well that it was a pipe dream.

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