If and when this ends, all I want to do is go to some of the bookstores around the world which I've always wanted to visit but didn't manage to yet. So naturally thinking about the one dream bookshop that I actually got to visit in 2019 — the iconic Libreria Acqua Alta in Venice.
Where you're welcomed by its valorous guard who inspects every visitor with her deep liquid eyes before letting them in. It's a haven for used book lovers in which an old gondola filled with books sits at the centre of the store.
The name of the shop literally means “Book Store of High Water”, thanks to Venice's constant flooding. My favourite part of the store which calls itself “the most beautiful bookstore in the world” was however the fire escape, which is simply a door leading out to a canal.
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Atlantis Books, Greece
Located on the main marble street of Oia, Santorini, it has a terrace that overlooks the Aegean Sea. “Bookshelves swing back to reveal hidden, lofted beds where the shop’s workers can sleep.” A charming and atmospheric cave crammed with books.
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