Goodbye, Galignani

I’m enjoying my goodbye moments this week, many of which are random and unintentional (like when I went to Café Wepler yesterday for un chocolat, I passed the crummy hotel I called home for my first three weeks in Paris, and I was all too happy to say goodbye to it for a second time).

Other farewells are a little more bittersweet, like Galignani. Yes, I am waxing poetic about a bookstore. But if you know Galignani, you know this bookstore is magic. The big picture books, the international magazines, the literary and artsy clients, and the overall aesthetic.



I also love seeing that book design seems to be having a resurgence—the covers of reissued classics and new titles are just gorgeous.