Libraries of my life, #3

In as much as my dear child's homework was particularly onerous this week, and it's library booksale time, and sundry other things, I haven't had time to read much, let alone think coherently....

So here's a picture of the third important library in my life, in Nassau, Bahamas, which I visited from the ages of 9-12 (the late 1970s). Sadly, the children's section wasn't all that great, and the only book I vividly remember reading from the library at all was an adult book about Cassandra, that was rather disturbing and my mother shouldn't have let me read it. "The house reeks of blood," says Cassandra. "It is but the odor of the sacrifice." And then everyone gets raped/killed.

It was built between 1798 and 1799, to serve as a workhouse and prison, and became a library in 1873.