Bookshopping

Bookshopping

It was a feast for a booklover’s eyes. Row after row of bookshelves over ten feet tall, filled with old books. And not just old books–antiques, first editions, hardcovers. I could have spent a week there. But alas, Merritt and I had a plane to catch the next morning. And somehow it didn’t seem his…

The End.

The End.