Shakespeare et cetera

   A visit to Paris always includes several hours in  Shakespeare & Company just across from Notre Dame. Most nights, an author or poet reads from their latest work. Afterwords (typo but it seems so apt, I'll leave it) wine is poured, books are signed, and once again, in a world of big box bookstores and amazon.com,  I am so purely happy that a place like this still exists.

Isn't the side of a staircase a brilliant place to store books in otherwise unused space?

Too wet to sit down but not too wet to stand outside with a glass of wine.

   Here's what it felt like to be here on a recent cold, rainy November evening.