Has there ever been an equal to M. Sasek for planting the seeds of wander lust in children? Yesterday I opened my copy of This is London, the book my mother read to me in order to broaden my understanding of the world. I flipped through whimsy, words and illustration to recapture the city I had first visited as a child. London, a magnificent city that calls a line a queue, serves tea at four; is home to Her Majesty the Queen, a clock called Big Ben and the Meridian Zero.
This magnificent collection also includes the cities of Paris, Rome, New York, Venice, and others. Due to my privileged childhood, I was fortunate to vacation in many of the places which Sasek had seduced me into visiting. I was always anxious and excited to discover the sights that I had read about for myself.
The pages are yellowing and the jacket is held together by bits of scotch tape and some of the facts are a bit outdated (after all it was published in 1959) but it still strikes a familiar romantic chord. I lovingly replace my travel guide under the coffee table and fess up to that part of me that insists on truth.
Okay, so I bought the book on e-bay and I never travelled outside of the United States until long after I had children of my own. But the beauty of those fantasy-laced travel books allow me to be the child heroine and live that life of wander.
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By the way: looking for This is Paris – original printing – any leads out there?