There was a ground-level porch that snaked around the two shops, and someone cared about this place. The stucco building with a flat roof didn’t look like much on its own, but with the fresh coat of white paint and all the potted flowers, at least the joint was taken care of. Two Parisian tables and four chairs stood outside the pastry shop. Outside the bookstore was a welcome mat that read “Shhh, I’m reading.” The old-fashioned sign inside the door said, “We’re open sometimes.”
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