I just visited a used/rare bookshop in my town and realized that the “aziraphale’s bookstore” in my head is almost modeled completely after this one? I don’t know how I never made the connection before. It even has the slightly grumpy owner who usually seems like he wishes you weren’t there. I have never once gone in there and found a book off my ’to-read’ list and usually my visits are just spent wandering around for a bit before realizing that this place does not really cater to people outside of those who are really really interested in old sailing techniques and native American prints. It’s interesting but it genuinely just feels like this guy just had too many books about his own specific interests and didn’t know what else to do but open up a shop and I love it.
(this first picture isn’t mine but,,, look at it)
there are literally books floor to ceiling
This looks so deeply familiar, I think I’ve been here
