Sorely Missed

 

We used to have a mind-blowingly fabulous magazine shop on Hardy Street, where you could buy the latest New York or London Review(s) of Books flown in overnight, (for a price, I must add.) I used to spend hours just looking at the different kinds of magazines published around the mainly English-speaking world, and then go home with an English garden or American home&garden sort.

This is the one purchase I kept from those days. I thought these boats were sublime, and wondered if Ben and I could make tiny models, but the more I read about boat-building, the less it became a relaxed Sunday afternoon proposition. (Still game if I can find a sufficiently-challenging-yet-not-too-expensive kit, but not in a rush to add to my unfinished projects pile.)

From memory, the male owner of the magazine shop passed away suddenly, and the shop sold immediately.

On the other hand, I have no idea what the left half of the sign says.