We do love books: Les Bouquinistes.

Those now green Paris book stands lining the Seine go back. 500 years at least. You don’t read? Go there alone. Any time of day. You’ll meet women named Belle, Luz or Anelise. They’ll make you see Jesus by the end of the week.

Below: Jean Henry Marlet, “Bouquiniste quai Voltaire 1821”