Yesterday, a friend and I ventured out to Clapton for ice cream and orange juice and to continue my summertime trawl of London's best bookshops. Post-university and pre-employment, I've been spending a considerable amount of my time ambling around bookshops, making lists of possible books for my own literary season (more of which in a future post) and imagining the amazing bookshop/tea room that I will one day own. I feel as if that statement requires an evil laugh of the 'mwahaha' variety but, to be honest, it's far too hot for evil laughter.
Anyway, this week my ambling took me to 'Pages of Hackney' on Lower Clapton Road. It's very small and very sweet with wonderfully high bookcases and a gallery space in the basement. When we arrived yesterday, preparations were being made for the opening of an exhibition by Luisa Alpalhao. The basement is also home to a small, yet interesting, selection of second-hand books. Every good bookshop should also be within short distance of a decent cafe and Parioli, a little Italian place a few doors down, comes recommended by the staff at 'Pages'. They were a little low on ice cream when we visited (I feared rage on the part of my flatmate, as a result) but the remaining scoops were pretty good and there were lots of other tempting sweet treats on offer. Alas, Pages is yet another bookshop for me to spend too much time in.
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