Once upon a time there was an old lady who long ago, when still there weren’t cars in the streets, used to sit at the entrance door of a herbs shop making cloth dolls. That shop stood near a market. At that time, children always accompanied their parents or grandparents when they needed to go to the market. If was an amusing activity, as much as it is nowadays to go to a shopping centre or, perhaps, even more.
There were ducks, rabbits, chicken, pigeons, colourful fish, fruit, flowers. All these products made a dramatic mixture of sounds and smells together with bunches of carrots and smelly cabbages. Children were not afraid of getting lost. Everybody knew each other by their names andLisbon seemed to be a small town.
So, now and then, mornings were spent near miss Carlota, looking at the dolls she used to make. Sometimes, people referred to the “illnesses” of their own dolls and the old lady had always a word which might “treat” them. This was, i think, the very beginning of The Doll Hospital.
Years went by and the market moved away. Children became adults – mums and grannies - who, by their turn, told their children about a small shop where time seemed to stop and children, without being hurried, could roleplay whenever they liked. We are still doing the same even today