Oh a real, proper, second-hand bookshop. Feels like home just to walk in. The front window had already told us there was a wide and deep collection ... the owner greeted us warmly as we came in, and gave us the keys to the city - or, at least, showed us the filing system.
The Teen immediately vanished into the back reaches, while Simon and I browsed the local and mining books first. (I'm still looking out for those books on Pioche history!) I found Michael Moore's Medicinal Plants of the Desert and Canyon West, which had been on my list for a while. Score!
