Candice Fox’s quote made me feel nostalgic: there was a second-hand bookstore I loved in Haymarket and when I returned from living overseas I was crushed to find it had closed.
I don’t remember how I found it — I mean, it was next to a tobacco store and a porn store, which I think is actually still there. But, I do remember carry bags and bags of books to exchange every month or so, and feeling slightly ridiculous walking around with them, but hey, cheap books.
This is the basement store I’ve talked about elsewhere in my blog — the one filled to the brim with books, and where I’d trip over the books stacked on the floor.
All these years later, it’s still imprinted in my memory — and it’s something I’ll never forget.
What store will you never forget?