A dusty bookstore

Regardless of how unkempt the garden is, this bookshop is no secret. In the very centre of Paris, amongst the hordes of tourists pouring out of Notre Dame, Shakespeare and Company holds it's ground. 
The building served as a monastery in the 16th century and has 13 beds for young writers, known as "tumbleweeds," who earn their keep by working in the shop for a couple of hours each day. 
I am a sucker for good books, it took all my willpower not to walk out with an armful. In the end I settled on a copy of Rilke's Duino Elegies. When in Paris, read poetry - right?

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