Zurich offers a lake, distant mountains, a bookstore that shelves Andrea Camilleri next to Albert Camus, another that stocks a fine selection of international crime fiction, a hall that offers music from around the world, and a thriving, legal, well-regulated prostitution industry, all within walking distance of my hotel.
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I won't have time to sample all, but it's nice to know they're there. I did browse and buy at a branch of the six-store Zurich-based Orell Füssli bookshop chain, gabbing about crime writing with a fellow shopper and a staff member who eagerly sought my suggestions and accepted my business cards.
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Public transportation appears superb and service impeccable, but somehow I expected this.
© Peter Rozovsky 2012Labels: bookstores, Orell Füssli, Switzerland, Zurich
2 Comments:
Did you visit James Joyce's grave? Its in Fluntern Cemetery. There's a weird little statue covered with guano next to the grave itself. A few tourists, a few skinny heroin addicts pumped full of methadone.
I thought about it, once I found out it was there, but I was so exhausted by mid-afternoon that I had to give Joyce and the escorts a pass.
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