The place where sawdust abounds.

Behind that door is my grandfather's wood shop. Piles and piles of wood scraps, old boats, broken chairs and many other miscellaneous objects. Old posters are tacked on the walls and there's always a radio playing classical music. He carves hundreds of little wooden fish and distributes them to all his family and friends. A thin layer of sawdust covers everything in sight. The whole place makes you want to search for hidden treasures and build something.