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Eau de Bookstore
A Step Back in Time
It sits between a Dutch bakery on one side, and an antique store on the other; three buildings that have been there for decades.
And while the smell of baking croissants is nice, it’s the old bookstore that smells better.
Old paper.
Old leather.
Old secrets.
And sometimes, if you are there on a quiet day, you’ll hear the clock on the wall — the tick-tock kind; the kind that always runs ten minutes slow.
Nine times out of ten, you’ll spot the cats — Moon and Sixpence— asleep on the shelves of the philosophy section, side by side, tails a twitch.
You will sit in an overstuffed chair, next to a real plant with brown-edged leaves, both of you caught in a shaft of light that spills in from the street, as dust motes, trapped in its beam, hang in the air like jewels.
There are no six-dollar coffees here.
No Google.
No counter swag to sway you.
There is just that clock on the wall…
And those cats.
And a lifetime of stories to take you anywhere you want to go.
