When I finished up at Mercer I decided to head over toward Pike Place Market to check out Left Bank Books. Another delightful walk with green things, a ship or two spotted through the side streets, more than a few cute dogs, including a corgi. As I got close to the market I stumbled across a map store. Talk about an endangered species. As much as I love maps, it was late enough in the day that I didn’t have tons of patience for browsing things I knew I wouldn’t be buying. But on the way out a mappish novel caught my eye.
Left Bank Books was right around the corner and right in front of the main entrance to Pike’s Place Market. It is a tiny shop that really could have been sur la rive gauche. It was like a smaller Shakespeare and Company but with far less fiction and far more political books. Although I thoroughly enjoyed the shop I wasn’t in the mood for polemics, but by this point I was intent on buying something from every store I went into. Happily, I found what seems to be a fun (perhaps depressing?) book about libraries.