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| Gould's Book Arcade, Newtown, Sydney |
There is something very alluring about old books. I love their crumbling, dusty covers and crisp, yellow pages. I love their musty smell and how they all seem to whisper, "come to me, come to me and listen to what I have to say." Above all, I love the joy of discovering something unexpected amidst the organised mess.
I could spend a whole afternoon lost in this sea of books. But alas, my friends and I went to into this book store only after our dinner and we couldn't stay for too long because it was already late.
