107 Charing Cross Road

One day, in England, my husband, wise and kind gentleman that he is, suggested we take the train to London and walk along Charing Cross Road. We climbed out from the underground and found a small bookstore. It was a very nice bookstore, filled with mysteries, many at crazy-low prices, so I treated myself with presents to carry back for my birthday, and we walked on. A few steps later we came to...another bookstore. This one was filled with second hand books, cool volumes of photos and essays,...