Post by Grubb.
On this road trip through the northeast it seems almost every town has a barn full of antiques and a white shingled house selling used books. One could promote a regional tour of used book stores modeling it after a scavenger hunt. Every old person getting on the Yankee Tour bus would have to pick an out-of-print book for their search. Sort of like an antique road tour for retired teachers.
On Friday while we were in Manchester, Deirdre sent Ella a text about dropping into the Northshire Bookstore. The shop fills an extensive shingled building in the center of town. It is crammed with books.
Room after room after room the shelves are stacked tightly with new and used books. There’s an upstairs for children’s literature, and an offshoot coffee bar. It reminded me of a bookstore in Lisbon that purported to be the oldest existing such entity in the world and had section after section under its old low ceiling stretching for a city block.
