Doll hospital.

In via San Biagio dei booksellers a delightful sign attracts visitors like the sugar house of Hansel and Gretel. You can't resist the temptation to enter a fairy place, where you can see the old grandmother's dolls that we loved to comb. Seeing them standing or sitting on a small chair, lying down awaiting repair, is a caress to the part of soul and childhood that we have sown there. Here memories are fixed, the secrets entrusted to little playmates on rainy afternoons. We can take them to the hair and make-up room to make them more beautiful in front of the lights of the small mirror, grease them with an emollient oil stored in the leather case, find the right dress for the Bambolatorio. We go to the bottom of a thousand projects dreamed of and never realized in childhood, when no one wasted time repairing your doll, sewing a new dress and putting on a lost eye. You put in place what was missing and you feel free to believe that there is a place where the dream finally becomes reality.