The Travel Bookshop this time, Notting Hill. Happy. I was taking in a re-order of Days and Nights in W12, and a couple of Not So Barrens, and it’s long and narrow and the further you go in the better it gets: this afternoon, cake (with icing) and champagne (Saara’s birthday, sometime recently), and Hermione Cameron, local author, who in March will be walking to Monte Carlo (700 miles; she’s already walked to Paris) because (a) this is a fine thing to do and (b) it could buy a lifeboat (see here to donate). Bookshops, this kind, are not just places to buy books (though it does help).
No comments:
Post a Comment