there is always one place that reminds you of another. this is another one of them. i suppose if you are programmed one way it will always follow.
the book store was pretty neat. from what i could tell all of the books were used. and the front half was very very organized, and the further back you went the more disheveled they became. there was also reading areas stashed in corners. in the back there was a guy about my age typing on a laptop that was sitting on books stacked up on an antique buffet. i felt as though i was disturbing him with my presence alone. in the middle of the store was a little coffee shop area, very little. it was charming none-the-less.