On a Tuesday in Chester, a bar called Oddfellows will tell you that you are all mad here; the teapot confirms it is time for tea; and somewhere in the dark interior, a rose made of playing cards waits to make sure you understand there is no going back. I went in, with my whole Italian being. I am not sure I came back out, yet.
-Carroll's Wonderland was never just a children's story; in England, and Chester in particular, it reads like a documentary.-
