So we stumbled upon a bookstore the other day. Not just any bookstore. The kind with all the old, dusty novels with the crisp, musty smelling pages. The kind where you feel like any second you might uncover a vintage or heirloom copy of an old classic, after dusting off the cover of course! The best part was the rickety old ladder. If you look close enough, you can see it on the right. I have always wanted to go to an old bookstore with a ladder that reaches the top shelves and climb on up. The best part--the ladder even had wheels so that after climbing up and then discovering the perfect book was just out of arm's length, you could pull yourself over. Wow. Love bookstores.