After coffee and a scone, I walked over to the shop. I was a bit early so I lollygagged around until 11am for the doors to be unlocked. I was beginning to toe the line on how much time would be required to get back to the airport and get through security. I wondered about everyone I saw - was this the owner? But alas they would walk on by. Finally the proprietor did arrive and I jolted through the doors, the day's first customer.
I have to admit, I didn't give this place a good look over, I had cut it too close so I probably wasn't in the store for more than 10 minutes. I gave the jazz section a once over but that was about it. I will say it was a well organized space and clearly popular because even in that 10 minutes a number of other potential clients had already arrived and got to digging themselves. This was such a cool, fun area I long to return to drink more coffee, ride more bikes and dig yet again in a state so unique and full of joy (at least in my personal memories) that it will be a special time to recount forever.