Goldman's [antikvár]

GOLDMAN 'S chapter one A NIGHT AT GOLDMAN'S Naturally every Stockholmer has been to Goldman's, but so that country-folk may not imagine that the great department store lies somewhere east of the sun and west of the moon, I'il teli you that the building with the pink and grey granite fa^ade and the copper cupola stands on Norrmalm, at the junction of two main streets, just where they open out into a busy square. When you've been at Goldman's, buying yourself a fur coat or a packet of needies, have you ever thought what a romantic thing a great shop is, or how ali the countries of the world contribute towards its riches ? In five minutes' wandering through the departments you can see silk from China, Japan, and Lombardy ; woven materials made of wool from Australia and the Argentine ; whalebone from the far north; paradise plumes from New Guinea and Borneo ; rice from Malacca ; ivory from the Sudan; diamonds from South Africa; and tobacco from Cuba and Sumatra—to say nothing of fruits and spices from Sicily, Asia Minor, India, Tasmania and California, the Moluccas, Java, and the West Indies. I can best describe the enchantment and magic of ali those treasures by telling you the adventures that befell a pair of humble lovers one March night in the second year of the World War. Of course the papers got hold of the story—they always have a lot to say about Goldman's ;