Port Richmond Books

On Saturday, while out with Kayla, we stopped in an independent book shop in my old neighbourhood. It was gi-wombous, like a warehouse, with piles and piles of books everywhere. They are a cash-only establishment, so I'll save up some cash-ola and the next time I stop in, I'll snag those James Joyce and Oscar Wilde books I spotted. It was hot as blazes, so we didn't stay, but I'm looking forward to going back in the Fall and getting a better look at the place. Expect more in a future postie.

 

 

 

(Oh my gosh, my goodness, I want this ↓ chair so baaaaaaaddddd!!)