A Book Lover's Treat: Marsh's Library, Dublin

As a child, I dreamed one day of owning, or perhaps just prowling around, an overtowering library. Shelves would reach beyond my eyes, with creaky ladders required to reach the top. Sunlight would shimmer through dust and romance, and science and wild adventure would swim between the thick, creamy pages where black ink bled into soft and yellowed parchment.