Bookman’s Alley in Evanston. I found it way too late and now it’s closing this Spring. It’s in an alley behind a flower shop. You can get lost in here. Literally. It goes on and on and on. And on. Interspersed among the books and memorabilia are artifacts from the time period of the books in that section - WWII, English countryside, saddles. The owner doesn’t seem to do anything besides sit behind a huge pile of books waiting to be processed and read, occasionally chatting with customers. I could think of worse ways to spend my latter days.