Two days ago I went to Books Kinokuniya a mammoth book shop in the City that I discovered when I left a job and got a sizeable gift voucher. It’s great to be someone who can still discover bookshops.
I was having a mildly brain dead day, with an afternoon to kill between meetings and coffee with a friend and another commitment in the evening. I had a lot to get my head around but that wasn’t going to happen. So inspired by my friends childfree trip to the ABC, I wandered past the handbags and wandering into this huge maze of beautiful books with a huge selection in asian languages which is disconcerting if you don’t know it’s there.
Didn’t end up buying anything (2hrs browsing) but it was nice to welcome back my book worm.
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I enjoy bookshops but tend to skim lightly these days. I suppose that I have moved on a bit but seem to get more out of art galleries. I see something that later inspires me although usually the image I have in my mind bears little relationship to the art work that originally inspired me.
Nevertheless, it’s good to find somewhere warm and dry that captivates one’s interest.