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.
Inside the Writer 
Not a weakness, Wendy. Not a weakness at all.
I consider it a strength (especially of character and good taste), and no better word than perfume exists to describe it.
I’m not sure there are any better places to spend time in all the world than bookstores (other than, in my case, Disneyland).
I went to a Chapters yesterday (Metropolis), and now you make me want to go all over again. Thanks a lot (I think).
You should have seen some of the AMAZING bookstores Chris and I found in Paris when we were there several years ago. Chapters doesn’t come even close. These places were truly magical.
Thanks for all the great memories.
Oh, I’d love to visit Paris bookstores! But until I can go, I’ll settle for Chapters. Went to the Indigo store at Grandview Corners this afternoon.
I HAVE to go to Buenos Aires now to see that thing. Anyway, I spend my time at the local independent – not near as fancy, but just as homey. 🙂
I know what you mean about “homey”. And that bookstore in Buenos Aires – well – let me know when you’re going and I’ll meet you there!
Haha in my dreams. 🙂 Add it to the bucket list.