Foster’s

This secondhand bookshop has been here for many years. The black thing under the bargain table is a tarp in case of rain. I ordered some art books from Foster’s during lockdown and they biked them over, once within an hour.
I got to use my pitifully weak German today with an asylum seeker who had spent time in Germany. Later I met my old friend Lucille for a reunion cup of tea; it was great to see her again.