Ever walk into a room and instantly feel like you belong?
That’s how I felt the first time I walked into Shakespeare and Co. in 2010. And then again in 2015. Eight years later (!!!), I waited in line and didn’t mind one bit. After all, it’s a good sign for humanity when people are queuing up for new books, right? Especially when the sun is blazing in the middle of a late June afternoon and you could be doing a million other things because, well, you’re in Paris.
If you’re a lover of bookstores like me, something hits different about strolling around Shakespeare and Co. As you climb the scuffed red steps, you can’t help but think about all the great writers, book lovers, and Tumbleweeds in residence who’ve done the same. Or the day Ernest Hemingway strolled in unannounced and eventually declared himself the “best customer.” There’s something enchanting about the peeling paint and vintage typewriters and creaky floors. It’s the kind of place you’d love to stay all day if you could.
After having to mail books back to the States last time, Will and I left with a modest four novels between us and enough bookmarks to hold me over until I go back. Both of my choices have Paris in the title and I can’t wait to dig in.
How about you, dear reader? Where’s your favorite book shop located and why is it your favorite?