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Aubrey Downing
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musings from a parisian bookshop
I heard someone say once that bookshops are dreams built of wood and paper. My favorite lies on the Left Bank of Paris, nestled between a peaceful garden to left and the bustle of the Latin Quarter to the right. This quiet and unassuming bookstore is richer in history than the camembert sold down the street is in taste. The green facade of Shakespeare and Company is coyishly camouflaged by the pop-up park separating the shop from the Seine. Across the water, Notre Dame rises like the bestial queen she is as throngs of tourists flock to her embrace, leaving the dear bookshop unnoticed and untainted. Before you even step inside, you are met with an outdoor display of resale books and an immediate awe of the history and significance of the store.
By Aubrey Downing3 years ago in Wander