Photo credit: M. Ciavardini
I was in town to learn about the witches, and maybe just a little bit about author Nathaniel Hawthorne (with whom I spent so much time in freshman English class in high school), when I discovered a marvelous place: Derby Square Book Store. Paths between shelves were just sufficient for one person to walk through; books were stacked from the floor almost, almost to the ceiling. I caused two mini-avalanches as I pulled a couple of history books resting near the bottom of stacks. The clerk was cool about it.
He explained to other customers as we entered: No pictures unless you buy something. These photos were well worth the price.
—Lori Tripoli
