A portrait of the workshop on Rua das Janelas Verdes, where every edge is squared by hand and every ribbon is sewn into place.
The shop has no sign. You find it because someone tells you, or you don’t.
The discipline of the form
Mr. Almeida has been binding books for fifty-two years. He is unimpressed by most things, and entirely impressed by good linen thread.
When the cover lies flat the first time you open it, you know the book will outlive you.