One of my most favorite bookstores is in Tacoma, by the Tacoma Dome, and it just says "Books" on the side of the old building. You walk in to a labyrinth of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, with little routing cards pinned to pieces of wood between shelves, and arrows, genres, and directions instructing you when to turn where to find the room with the right colored door.... it looks like it could be the baby brother-of-bookstores to Portland's Powell's!
My most favorite room is the one with the green door, I think it's the green door... maybe it's the red door? I don't know.... It's where all the cook books and religious books are. Such an appropriate pairing, don't you think? Jesus asks us to come together and break bread in His name - DONE! *grin*
I don't know if the pictures I took will do the book store justice... I tried to use the panoramic function on my iPhone....
As I was spending time with God all around me, Faith all around me, I was drawn to one bible in particular - an old French bible from 1890. Oh, how I wish I could read French! I would have purchased it, in a heartbeat! There's just something about deep, old Faith that moves me every time - feeling that connection of belief, the Holy Spirit, the timelessness awe that IS God - there are no words! Holding the book took my breath away. (I might just have to pick it up tonight after work) I've written before, about over 100 years of bibles on a shelf at the Family Farm.... You must experience it for yourself.
There was another bible as well, it belonged to a man named Wayne Bailey 1947-1989, and someone documented "found with Wayne's things"... This bible also stirred something in my soul.... I have a soft spot & say a little prayer every time I meet a man who is not afraid to live his Faith. Even if Wayne never went to church, he kept a bible with his things, in a place that it was found after he passed. I'm not sure who he was, but his name will live on, and his bible will help bring God's word to someone else, long after he passed.
On a completely non-faith-related note, I think the prime discovery of that day was a Latin translation, illustrated version of Winnie the Pooh! *giggle*grin* Always a child at heart, don't ya know!