Mmmm. This was like my 3rd or 4th time in this bookshop. My favourite experience of it was the first time I went and got my first glimpse of the legendary owner, George Whitman. He was topless and we thought it was an old woman at first. He was throwing bits of bicycle out the window and screaming at one of the employees. I'm so working here when I live in Paris.
In case you can't tell (and I'd be freaked out if you could), that green dealie is not a hospital tag but my pit-band from The Shins, whom I caught at the Olympia on Tuesday. They were awesome.
This appears to be a lion in front of some bookshelves. Don't ask why, I found it on the camera, never having seen it before. I thought it'd be appropriate for the blog though.
2 comments:
Nancy Mitford is love.
And how did you find Lolita?
Lolita was brilliant! I loved it. Very funny, yep. (Picnic, lightning)
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