A bookstall in Strasbourg. |
My recent river cruise from Zurich to Paris provided surprisingly little time for shopping, but still I was able to browse briefly at a few bookstalls along streets (bookstalls are something Europe has in abundance that the United States could use more of) and step into a couple of bookstores.
One of those stores was a small shop called Buchhandlung Heimes in Koblenz, Germany. The books all seemed to be in German, and when a clerk asked if she could help me I told her that I liked bookstores and just wanted to look around. Then she led me to small case, with shelves about 18 inches long, where all the books were in English. Mostly these were books, printed in England, that I had never seen before or in editions I had never seen before. I enjoyed browsing and found two books I suddenly craved, finally settling for just one, An Unremarkable Body by Elisa Lodato.
Postcard showing Shakespeare and Company, Paris. |
As I made my purchase, the clerk asked if I would like the name of the store stamped inside each book. I said I did. Apparently I am not alone in buying books as vacation souvenirs.
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