I was looking for an interesting door to photograph and the weather was, well just English. Sunny a few moments ago and now a very dark cloud was looming overhead. By chance I spied my downfall, a bookshop. One of the good things, ( for my pocket-book, at least) is when I am out and about, I don’t like to carry things. I want to be hands free and no matter how awesome my wicker basket trolley is, I want to roam London unencumbered.
I came across Hatchard’s Bookshop and just groaned with excitement. I love the idea of walking into a bookshop that is well over a hundred years old. It is the oldest bookshop in the United Kingdom. Oh heart be still… 1797.
Who else walked into this little shop in London looking for something to read? My imagination takes over. This is what a bookshop should be, a lovely old staircase leading to more books upstairs, old photographs, staff that can answer questions, and that have actually read books!
A bookshop with history? What more could I ask for? I could not stop drooling. This is where Jane Austen popped in to purchase a book! Just the thought of one of my favourite authors of old, browsing shelves like I was that day…a connection through a book time warp? I wish… My only complaint of the shop was- where is my leather chair to sit in and spend hours reading snippets of books to bring home with me?
There was a chair in the shop that day captured by a gentleman. I was far too ladylike to walk over and demand he leave that instant, ( course I did have the thought!) If you are in London and need a book to read, pop in, stay awhile, and wonder who else walked through these doors. Try to pop in around Christmas where authors linger about to sign books.
Oh trolley get the dust off, old dear!
A link to dear old Hatchards