This is one of the handful of places to work on puppets and where I have been the past week. The stairs lead to the second level, a room of old furniture, industrial sewing machines, a sketchy table saw, tools, supplies, and puppets made in the years past. The first floor is a dance studio where every afternoon little girls in pink ballerina outfits walk by holding their mom's hand. It is so sweet.
Last night Jeri and I went to dinner with an old friend Younghsu, who lives just five minutes away. She was an intern at Spiral Q two summers ago. She e-mailed a me about a year ago and said that if I ever was in Taiwan that I was welcome and to make sure to contact her. I told her thank you for the lovely offer but I highly doubt that will ever happen.
