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I gained unauthorised entrance to the stacks at the Bibliotheque Nationale Paris and stood in wonder at the sight. The Librarian, who was on guard, was implacable. I did not have the requisite authority to enter the hallowed portals of his library. I had come too far to be turned back without a word in my own defence. On hearing that I was also a librarian, he allowed that I could stand on the step and gaze to my heart's content.
This Flickr photo is better than the one I took through the small glass paned door leading into the room.
