
01 — The threshold
There are stores you pass by.
And stores you enter.
The haberdashery belonged to the second species. For decades, its shop windows had accompanied the life of the city: the button to replace before a ceremony, the ribbon for a baptism, the right ball of yarn for a child's first sweater.
Behind the counter, drawers and shelves had kept colors that Mantua knew by heart. Every object had its place. Every customer, their story.




