Today Ken and I took a trek to one of our favorite haunts, Baldwin’s Book Barn in West Chester, PA. We took the scenic route down 340 through rolling hills and farms, and finally suburbia until we came upon Baldwin’s –five stories of a stone Pennsylvania barn crammed full of books. And a few cats.

The barn is a labyrinth of narrow wooden staircases, and as you climb from floor to floor you come across nooks and crannies, chairs in corners and more sections behind closed doors. With each level the walls get progressively thinner, and on winter days the wind whistles through on the upper floors.

Only the closing of the store pulls us away from the shelves with our treasures. For Ken, an assortment of history books. For me, some murder and mayhem, a spy book or two and a tale of a lobster boat. Time for some Sunday afternoon reads!