Getty People at the entrance of the bookshop Shakespeare & Co. on December 14, 2011 in Paris.
On my way home from Germany last month I stopped in Paris for a day and after checking out the booksellers kiosks along the Seine I found myself inside Shakespeare & Co., the fabled bookshop on the Left Bank.
Up some narrow rickety stairs on the second floor there was a warren of little rooms crammed with even more books than the store below; these were almost all hard bound,...
On my way home from Germany last month I stopped in Paris for a day and after checking out the booksellers kiosks along the Seine I found myself inside Shakespeare & Co., the fabled bookshop on the Left Bank.
Up some narrow rickety stairs on the second floor there was a warren of little rooms crammed with even more books than the store below; these were almost all hard bound,...
- 12/16/2011
- by Steven Dougherty
- Speakeasy/Wall Street Journal
When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes. -- Erasmus
One afternoon in Cape Town I sat in my little room at University House and took inventory. This must have been in June, winter in the southern hemisphere, and it had been raining steadily for most of a week. I was virtually alone in the student residence; the others had packed off for vacation. With an umbrella and plastic slicker I'd ventured out once or twice to the Pig and Whistle, where I favored the Ploughman's Lunch, but to sustain life I'd laid in a supply of tinned sardines, cheddar and swiss cheese, Hob Nobs, apples, Carr's Water Biscuits, ginger cookies, Hershey bars, biltong, sausage and a pot of jam. I had a little electric coil that would bring a cup of water to a boil, a jar of Nescafe,...
One afternoon in Cape Town I sat in my little room at University House and took inventory. This must have been in June, winter in the southern hemisphere, and it had been raining steadily for most of a week. I was virtually alone in the student residence; the others had packed off for vacation. With an umbrella and plastic slicker I'd ventured out once or twice to the Pig and Whistle, where I favored the Ploughman's Lunch, but to sustain life I'd laid in a supply of tinned sardines, cheddar and swiss cheese, Hob Nobs, apples, Carr's Water Biscuits, ginger cookies, Hershey bars, biltong, sausage and a pot of jam. I had a little electric coil that would bring a cup of water to a boil, a jar of Nescafe,...
- 10/12/2009
- by Roger Ebert
- blogs.suntimes.com/ebert
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