This cramped bookshop is famous the world over. Established in 1919 by Sylvia Beach, an American ex-pat, it sells mostly English literature and attracts tons of tourists because a) it possesses a ridiculous charm, and b) it was a gathering place, in the 1920s, for guys like Pound, Hemingway, Burroughs, and Joyce (ty, Wiki).
After an indulgent meal at my favorite tex mex restaurant in Paris, El Sol y La Luna, I ducked into the shop, forcing myself to spend at least another 20 minutes out of the house before I went back to bed to sleep off the swollen throat.
This bookstore is certainly overpriced, but I just couldn't help picking up a couple books. Of course I judge my books by their covers, and the cover of this edition of "The Picture of Dorian Gray" was too much for me to resist.
In true spirit of Parisian wannabe ex-patriotism, I also picked up Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast."
Shakespear. Bah. go look at all the pretentious litte galleries up and down the rue Bonaparte and de la Seine and then go eat lunc at Cosi. http://www.le-cosi.com/ Really. Cardamon roasted tomatoes. miaaam.
ReplyDeleteOr go down to Denfert and have a salade boyarde at Chez Papa. I suppose it's a chain now, you can go to 5 different Papas, very modern of them. But yeah - get a gizzard salad, it's the BEST. Or a frizée with chévre chaud, or oeufs brouillés au roquefort... if you go at a more American dinner time it's usually not as crowed. Go at French dinner time and plan to stand in line.
WOO thanks can't wait. Will report.
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