“I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona trapped beneath ashen skies as dawn poured over Rambla de Santa Monica in a wreath of liquid copper.” MemoriesSummerDawnSunnyBarcelona1945The Shadow Of The WindDaniel SempereCemetery Of Forgotten BooksCarlos Ruiz ZafonAshen SkiesRambla De Santa Monica Book:The Shadow Of The Wind Source: The Shadow Of The Wind