So we had family night on Friday and decided on Movie Tavern. For anyone who's unsure what that is, it's basically a movie theater where you can order dinner, dessert, snacks, drinks to your seat throughout the movie. It's fab!
So we went to see the Hitman's Bodyguard--which was not at all what I expected--but was a great movie. We got there early to stroll around and check out the shops and of course we ended up at a book shop. I have no will power. I ended up with a book and got one for my daughter (partly because I want to read it too, lol!)
I just love indie bookstores!
Oddly enough I saw a physical copy of a book that's been on my 'maybe' list for the first time ever.
Then I found a new book for my 'maybe' list because the cover called out to the 80s kid in me.
And of course I didn't leave without making a purchase!
Bookstores have always had the status of a sort of intellectual Mecca.
What people often forget about them though, is that they can also be incredibly cool places to visit.
The world is littered with bookstores that deserve a place on any travel checklist, whether you’re an avid reader or not.
The author and illustrator, inspired by an assignment for The New Yorker, chose 75 independent bookstores from around the world and painted a watercolour of each storefront. Superimposed on these illustrations are quotes or stories about each shop, told by the owner, an employee, or a customer. Some have a definite 'wow' factor, some are sweet, some are funny. At the back of the book are a collection of stories that didn't fit into the book but couldn't be left out.
All of them reaffirm my desire to own a bookshop someday.
Okay, I'm the first to admit that Pays de Poche may technically not be a bookstore ... more of a artisan gift shop, but I'm including it here anyway because as we were strolling along Rue Galande a "book" in the window caught my eye and begged me to go in and browse a little bit.
What a treasure this little shop turned out to be. Filled with whimsical figures that looked hand carved, beautiful jewellery (of which I had forbidden myself to buy on this trip because I'm far too attracted to bright, shiny things), stained glass and unique gift items of every description. I wanted to take more pics but was politely asked not to take pics inside the store. I could certainly understand the request because their inventory was so unique. I'm sure many of the items were "one of a kind" finds. Alas, if the proprietor had realized how "uncrafty" I am and that I wasn't trying to steal ideas he might have given me the go ahead.
The book that caught my eye in the window? It looked like a grimoire that might start speaking to me at any moment. Truthfully, although the inside pages were blank, I'm not too sure what it might be used for besides a conversation piece. I was quite enamored but with an 89 Euro price tag it seemed a bit much to pick up on a whim.
These two were inside the store and I snapped the pic before I was asked not to take pictures.
Note of interest: When I asked Google to translate "Pays de Poche" it gave me "Pocket Countries" ... a little disappointing so I am convinced that somehow it means something much more whimsical.
An honorable mention goes to this little store. Unfortunately I didn't take a picture of the store's name and have no idea where it was located in our many walks but the display window caught my attention - as it should. The books were held up in, what seemed to me, quite a charming, old fashioned way ... thumbtacks with string holding the books in place.
After I snapped the pic and started to walk away I turned back only to notice the proprietress changing the display in the second window. There she stood with the display window open to the street, her bag of books sitting on the sidewalk as she changed out the selections on offer. I found it charmingly old school.