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, with lots about London, transport, the Blitz - perfect for gifts to give my father-in-law. Then we wandered a store full of art books and gorgeous images. Another had stuffed animals in the window and was stuffed with animal books. Another, and another...I like Charing Cross Road! But then came the store with its front all closed and the signs pointing two doors down to the magic of Foyles! Did I mention, I like Charing Cross Road! Books, books, books and more books...and more books as wel...