Today marks eight years in Europe for me.
Coming off of a visit to the States for Christmas where it seemed in many way like I could just pick up with people where we left, rather than not having contact in (in some cases) years since my last visits, it seems strange. But here we are.
I was thinking about ports in storms after my last photo post, and that’s almost what today’s picture represents. On one of our first weekends in Prague, a group of us went hunting for English books and eventually found this branch of the Shakespeare & Sons bookstore. It seems almost every large European city with an extensive English-speaking population boasts a version of this store, but Prague has two. This one, located at the Malá Strana end of the Charles Bridge, is much smaller, more narrow, and has books piled on every available surface. In short, pretty much want you want in a pocket-sized used bookstore. And for a group of voracious readers who had already gone through a round or two of book trading, new titles were almost a necessity. Used bookstores are an absolute lifeline for most of us…. e-readers be damned.
Seems like ages ago, and yet it doesn’t. Another year, and still weird.