Gunes Isiksel
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The Rocketship is a quiet gem nestled on a refined street in Paris’s 9th arrondissement. It’s the kind of place you don’t just stumble upon—you discover it, and once you do, it lingers in your mind. Inside, the shop is a carefully assembled collection of curiosities: automatic pencil sharpeners, concrete tables, vintage reading lamps, fine design papers, and striking photographs printed on exquisite stock.
But what sets The Rocketship apart isn’t just the objects—it’s the way they speak to you. Nearly every piece bears a handwritten note from Benoît, the shopkeeper, offering sharp observations or personal musings, nudging you to notice details you might have missed. Here, touching isn’t just allowed—it’s part of the experience. You’re meant to feel the weight, the texture, the patina that tells a story. The scent of well-brewed coffee lingers in the air, blending with the hum of carefully chosen music. It’s a place where the senses are gently, but fully, engaged—a space where past, present, and an ever-unfolding future meet in quiet conversation.