Last weekend, Sophia and I travelled to Glasgow and Edinburgh. We planned nothing
but we always seemed to find the right places at the right time. One of them
was a vintage bookshop in Edinburgh called Southside Books. I discovered this amazing cover series called Penguin Plays from the 1960s–70s (and had to buy the
apricot-green one). There also was a nice book about birds and this beautiful simple cover of a Cézanne catalogue. We talked with the owner about the limitations of language (e.g. why don't we have more definitions for the different kinds of prose or how different cities are although we call all of them cities. I like the way he labelled the different sections in his shop. The whole atmosphere felt like you are entering a specific magic space.
