In a Parisian bookstore that claims to have over a mile of book shelves,
I found a few maps of Paris, thanks to my friend Lorna.
When I carried them to the counter the owner of the shop said,
"Oh you like Turgot's maps do you? Do you want to see a real one dating 1734?"
I had to pop my eyes back inside of my eye sockets when he gave me the big book, pointed to his desk, and said "It is warmer over there, when people are warm they tend to buy more!" He laughed at his own tease, then added, "Go over there, take your time looking at it."
Lorna and I drooled over twenty pristine, canvas backed pages.
The book cost 7,500 Euros.
Instead of buying the original (it wasn't an option in my pocketbook world) I bought four mid century copies of Turgot's map to sell.
Do you like bookshops?
What section do you head for?