"Recently, on my third visit to London, I realised I had no more sightseeing to do. My search for lesser-known coops and corners had me wandering into Skoob Books, a second hand bookstore in Brunswick Square. An innocuous entrance led me down to a warm and inviting basement where wooden bookshelves and a grand old piano were squeezed between concrete walls and heating pipes.
Rare books, everyday books, text books, tattered books, shiny books, books with coffee stains, books with missing pages, books with little love notes, books with ticks and crosses all huddled together in this underground haven.
There is a quiet understanding of silent browsing and whispered “excuse me”s that every book shop junkie is familiar with, and Skoob happens to be one of the best sites for this display of bookworm behaviour. "
ICYMI: @meghnatalwar, in our traveller-storyteller issue, talks of the journeys you take inside a second-hand bookstore.