Evanston

the A recap of a very pleasant day spent in Evanston, snapshots..

An Irish bakery gem of a rumball- would be perfection if not for candied cherries a la stale fruit cake..

A haircut and a color consultation from a green-haired gender bender cutie named Elvis. Suggested I go dark red. Passed.

Few vintage silk tops from local resale..skip

A bookstore called Book Market Deli boasting scales next to register, books by pounds and ..feet ?

Bought 2lbs of childrens books, Henry Miller's diary and a story titled "The Peripatetic Coffin". Because who wouldn't. Because Peripatetic. 

Few blocks down to fountain past the hipsters - back - past the long long line to some fire blaze pizza joint (really ??...) down to what used to be Bookman's Alley and now some nondescript joint where nonetheless I managed to spot some delightfully bizzare items. Finger puppets of Freud or MANDELA anybody ??..They are magnetic, indeed.

Books to match spotted as well..

Elvis would love this..

Rare cookbooks  are my weakness, I eyed these two forever but didn't get them..

 

And this one would probably be nice to get before all that glorious moldy splendor is replaced by something all-inclusive..

Then on to a print gallery next door where I got a hello from a brilliant green parrot (Elvis ?!..) perched atop a giant Carl Marx poster. Carl never looked so good in all those school books..nothing like a giant green kakadoo to go with that face. Out came an owner with a beard like Carls and a beaming smile. I think I was the first person he had seen all day. Lovely store. Btw selling prints of old Bookman's Alley owner $100 a pop..hmm. Carl would not approve.

Out of the alley got a wiff of pot so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet. I thought that bird was odd..Too slow, too green..Opium for the people. Again, Carl would not approve. Oh, Carl. The brain. The beard. The bird. 

Priceless.