Capitol Hill Books is one of my favorite neighborhood haunts. Fair warning, if you’re claustrophobic this isn’t the place for you. The the books are literally stacked from floor to ceiling and the pathways are just wide enough for one person to weave their way through.
In spite of the obvious fire hazard, it’s one of my favorite spots to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon. You never know what you’re going to find on those chaotically organized shelves.
Maybe it’s six copies of Love in the Time of Cholera, or maybe it’s one of Cecil Beaton’s diaries like I walked away with on my last visit. The thrill of the hunt makes the potential for claustrophobia induced panic attacks almost worthwhile!