The inspiration:
I love paying a visit to the mint-blue-green bookstore on Roodebloem Road. Papermoon feels like stepping into a memory folded carefully between pages. Every surface is covered in books, from floor to ceiling, mingling with old memorabilia that speaks of years gone by. The rooms are small and intimate, each one a little labyrinth of shelves and tables, quirky décor tucked into corners. The air carries the warm, comforting scent of old paper, and outside, a gentleman in a top hat meticulously wipes dust from books as the cars pass by, the quiet guardian of stories. Visitors drift in and out, drawn by curiosity or nostalgia, while the shop’s older owner keeps a stash of biltong for four-legged friends, a small gesture that makes Papermoon feel like home to everyone who steps inside.
