Recent second-hand finds, which kind of sum up where my background thoughts tend to be these days 😄 :
The two on the left were from The Topsham Bookshop in, obviously, Topsham. (Life in Hutongs was also there, but too hefty to bring back, so I found a copy online.)
I can't resist documenting amazing bookshops - they always seem so precarious in this century - and dream of, one day, digging out all those photos and bringing them together. Maybe it would lead to a career galavanting around the country, hanging out and photographing ancient literary palaces, but somehow I doubt it. (Although Louise Boland's Bookshop Tours of Britain may say otherwise.)
Anyway, here are a handful of shots in the meantime. The Topsham Bookshop consists of something of a "two-up, two-down" affair, with a bonus claustrophobic basement to navigate. (A good bookshop should also double up as a maze.)
I wonder where I should try to visit next...