Inside, the bookshop has private quarters in the back (guarded by a poodle), walls lined with autographed pictures of some pretty gob-smacking writers and a great selection. The lady manning the bookshop was lovely--just don't, like two mid-Western ladies in t-shirts and shorts, come in asking for the facilities. This ain't no Borders, y'all!
Robert Frost!
A autographed picture of Harper Lee!!!!
Richard Ford!
Pan! Pan! Tennessee Williams! Amazing!
Papa, can you hear me?
A handwritten note from George Bernard Shaw?! Incredible!






























