a woman in a red wig and some of her friends sitting together outside Shakespeare & Co.
reading by window light
books for sale on the Seine
I love being surrounded by old books. I like thinking about where they came from, their slight decay - crustily glued spines, dog-eared pages, other people's pen marks. I even love the musty smell of old bookshops. Similarly, I love that Paris is well worn by time and people.