I wish we had this kind of book shop where I live. I wish on the day I went past Kay Craddock Antiquarian Bookseller in Collins Street, Melbourne, it was open so I could go in and lose myself in the smells and textures of the treasures within.
There is a similiar book shop to this in Brisbane, called Tonnoirs, but I like the display of owls here. Tonnoirs has narrow flights of stairs leading to magical worlds where the stairs are lined with stacked books.
Where I live we have the chain store book shops. Oh, there is the Mary Who? shop but it's nowhere near the same as these wonderful worlds like I just mentioned.
I write this because I had to go and pick up a few things from a shopping centre this morning and I really wanted to get some books that were 'out of the ordinary' but couldn't. There wasn't anything 'out of the ordinary'.
Even our op shops here are blah, there are no real treasures to be had. I am envious when I read others' blogs and they show off their antique clothing, fabric or linen that they've discovered. I miss the old Paddy's markets I used to go to in Brisbane, so when I head down there next time I'm going to scour the city in the couple of days I have there for treasures!
Instead, I shall reconcile myself to re-reading Wuthering Heights today while the children watch Coraline for the tenth time in the loungeroom. It's another airconditioner day today.