Mad Scientess Jane Expat (nanila) wrote,
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
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Photo mission #4: enn/nanila

This mission was inspired by a suggestion from enn, who requested shop windows, but I ended up taking it in a different direction. The post is image-intensive since I put all eight of the final selection behind the cut. I would have used a gallery except that I wanted to write a better story to weave them together.


When it's busy on Charing Cross Road (read: the weekends) I nip in the side entrance. In the lower right corner of the photo, you can see a parody of the tube map. Gifts and Stationery radiate from the big underground symbol in the middle, like the Pocket Book Light (£5.99) and the Penguin Mug (£8.95).


The contents list for the five floors of bibliophile heaven, clearly posted by the stairwells and lifts. You can find it all here. ALL. Observe:

BasementGround FloorFirst FloorSecond FloorThird Floor
BiologyBestsellersBusiness & CommerceArchaeologyGay & Lesbian Interest
Food & DrinkChildren's BooksComputingArtHumanities
GardeningDrama & FilmEarth SciencesEducationMind, Body & Spirit
MedicalFiction & LiteratureLawEnglish & Foreign LanguagesMusic Books
Natural HistoryGifts & StationeryMaths, Physics & ChemistryHistory & PoliticsPrinted Music
MagazinesSport & LeisureReference
Popular BiographyTechnology & Engineering
Travel & GuidesTransport



The first floor houses computer geek section. Here, my favorite geek can be seen making his pilgrimage to the hallowed bookcase of Perl, where we recently determined my own future lies. It is said that "He who teaches himself has a fool for a pupil," which makes me glad that first of all, I'm a girl, and secondly, that Marco agreed to be my instructor.


At the antipode of the first floor, the diligent pilgrim can find the Transport section. This humble journaller begs the reader to forgive her for the ludicrous number of daylight hours she has spent curled up in its aisles instead of prowling the streets.


From my cross-legged position on the floor, back resting against the opposite shelves, I gaze reverently up at my favorite bookcase.


My eyes automatically turn to the shelf of plenty.


At long last, I found a use for this book. (I tried to read it, I really did. But it annoyed me. It meandered. It rambled. It obfuscated, by the power of verbosity, the delineation between supportable data and anecdotal evidence.)


This series, on the other hand, is both beautiful and informative. Someday I will read them all.
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