After the library, where I spent time looking over Julia Child’s delightful correspondence with her friends, as well as the publisher who rejected her, I made my way to Brattle Street. I browsed in Bob Slate Stationers–why is it every town doesn’t have a real old-fashioned stationer’s store, where you can get green-tinted, college-rule National chemistry notebooks, marbled composition notebooks, as well as a good selection of Crane correspondence cards? I left with a near empty wallet, but a happier heart. I passed the Old Body Shop where I might have wandered for Banana Conditioner and Japanese scrubs, the newspaper kiosk, the grad students furiously typing on laptops in tea houses. I found my favorite table at Cafe Algiers, where I drank mint tea, and later, after asking directions, I got my watch repaired.