Now I'm officially out of space. But for the first time ever, I brought home more clothes than books. The first time I went into the Strand, a store with 18 fucking miles with books, I was completely bookstrucked and came out with none. The second time, I was prepared with a long list of what to get. I really liked the way they mixed old and new books, found the exact copy of Buddenbrooks which I lost on a plane a month ago.
The view from our hotel room was pretty magnificent. If you want somewhere cheap to stay and don't mind sharing a bathroom with the entire floor, I recommend Hotel 31.
I spent more time looking up instead of watching my step.
(and this is just an excuse to show off some of the far to few pictures I took and to brag about my superawesome trip.)
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