Saint-Germain-des-Prés and Latin Quarter were the neighborhoods I loved to wander.
I was looking for a bookstore that existed in my memory along Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
From one avenue turned into a narrow alley with gigantic buildings on both sides, then a curve and a slight incline, which abruptly transformed the architecture and surroundings, a feeling of back to ancient time enfolded in the air and guessed what? I was in Latin Quarter.
I looked up the stone path, and a two dimensions square wooden pole in Chinese red came into view. As I approached, San Francisco Books Co stood in front of me. I introduced myself to the storekeeper, who told me the owner used to own a bookstore in North Beach and now San Francisco Books Co in Paris.
Wasn’t it a delightful lost and found?
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