Indira Ganesan, Algiers teapot and spoon, 2013
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.
Indira Ganesan 
Indira, Bob Slate the Stationer is my favorite shop in Harvard Square. Also, I spent many, many hours in my teens and in my 30’s, alone or with friends, at Cafe Algiers.
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We must be Cambridge-girls! What would they say in England-Cambroads, or something? Twin Tofu sisters, for sure!
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Indira, these are precious and priceless! Fascinating to enjoy one’s old haunts through the senses of another’s very recent experiences, especially as I ponder whether to move back to Massachusetts! How true it is, so few speciality shops when you’re not in large metro areas like New York, or London, or a good college town! It felt as if I were right there with you. Where indeed shall I go to have such cafes and shops everywhere, having taken it all so for granted as if that world existed everywhere, or didn’t count.
Thanks much!
Sandra
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Cafes have always been places to write postcards, a way of being less of a stranger in a new town. Though now I just check email. I’m glad these observations spoke to you, Sandra. Your comments are always so thoughtful.
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