A flying visit to London this week gave me the opportunity to go into Daunt Books for the first time. I went to the famous Marylebone High Street branch with its skylights, galleries*, and striking arched window. There I rubbed shoulders with Charles Spencer, found the shelving system idiosyncratic but ripe for serendipitous discoveries, and was impressed by the stock: interesting things abound.
Mindful of what I could reasonably carry back with me on the plane I bought only two (short) books, Cakes and Ale, because I'd been meaning to read more Maugham since we did The Razor's Edge - and amazingly they had a copy, and Thin Air because Dark Matter was so good.
Most certainly a shop to return to.
*Beautiful, but in need of a good hoover.