Square one

Almost too blustery to keep walking, but the prospect of new books was a strong motivation. Found several for everyone, and paid a visit to the nearby bagel bakery which produces pretty damned good bagels, and even bialies.
Onward, through a neighborhood which is mostly charming, full of enormous old specimen trees all flowering away and crowding out the sky. The houses are too close together, but overall seem to be fairly well maintained.
The Zola is swirling into an over the top apotheosis, but it's what you come to expect from him. The small shops are now perceived as the "manure" of progress for the giant department store; now it's the entire planet being composted.