Ah, the bookstore.
This is a picture of El Ateneo in Buenos Aires. I’ve never been there, but I can only imagine how wonderful it would be to visit this little piece of heaven. I’d have to learn Spanish, but it would be a small price to pay.
In the meantime, I satisfy my cravings with regular trips to our local Chapters store. As I take my first step inside, I am greeted with the heady aroma of ink and coffee, thanks to the adjoining Starbucks. There is no perfume to match it. Really. It is an olfactory delight.
In our house, we call it therapy. To spend an hour or two in the company of so many friends – the books – is a wondrous thing. I don’t even have to buy anything.
There, now you know one of my greatest weaknesses.