I love a bookstore. I think it says a lot about a place, a people, a culture.
Whenever I am in a new town or even someplace I know well, I seem to eventually – usually within the first 24 hours – end up wandering the aisles of a bookstore. I don’t even need to be able to read the books. I just love the idea that there are people there who do read the books, write the books and think about the books. Continue reading