“You see, bookshops are dreams built of wood and paper. They are time travel and escape and knowledge and power. They are, simply put, the best of places.”
~ Jen Campbell
That was when I finally breathed out, and my body relaxed.
Not when the plane pulled back from the aerodrome.
Not when we took off into the sky and the world fell away behind us.
Not when we landed at our holiday destination.
Not when we sat at a little Italian cafe eating pasta and soup for breakfast!
That moment where my whole body relaxed was when I walked into a musty, busy Antiquarian and Second-Hand Bookstore.
I felt every muscle in my body ease, the tension melt away, the fatigue lift. I was surrounded by books. The smell of them, the heft of them in my hand. The selection, too many from which to choose. I spent an indulgent hour there, and bought a volume of old letters and poems. Then I went next door to a cafe, and ordered a large pot of tea. I sat and sipped tea, and immersed myself in my book as the world walked past my table.
And it was good.
Much love, Nicole xx