|Books on Paris galore...|
When I’m in New York, I love visiting the Strand. Between the Christmas market at Union Square and my old stomping grounds in the Village, this bookstore from the 1920s is my favorite place to spend the precious few moments I have in the city. Far from a pretentious hipster or some literature lover, I browse the books, soaking up the often-cheap prices and the diversity of English prose unavailable in Paris.
Sure, we have Shakespeare & Co. by Notre Dame, and yes, Amazon delivers globally. Still, there’s something unique and reassuring about browsing shelf after shelf of titles. The selection reminds you that the written word lives on through secondhand copies of classic works or obscure titles that you can’t find elsewhere. Plus the tote bags are excellent. I digress.
While browsing bookstores this year in New York City, there was a rampant theme in many of the sections that I never really noticed before. Paris. I know, this isn't new, but, just, wow. Now a hyper-sensitive expat, I was struck by how many genres feature the City of Lights, from cooking to memoirs from fiction to history, and from parenting to tourism. Every shelf, every display, every section seemingly was pushing Paris as this year (century’s?) most popular character.