This one's not mine, but E's and holy crap, I love it. It was his first shot of the morning and it kills me. This was right downtown, across from Johnson and Wales, I believe.

Cellar Stories Books was ironically located on the second store, but it was the best used bookstore I'd been to in a long time. It rivaled Green Apple in San Francisco, frankly, and I didn't think any bookstore could do that. (And yes, Eufrey and I are geeks who go to new cities and purposely research used bookstores to visit ahead of time.)
For the record, the look on my face is, "I wonder if that parking lot across the street has a garbage can I can throw this empty Dunkin Donuts coffee cup into."

These are all mine. Figures that old books finally get me to get my camera out and shoot something. For the record, I bought an old hardcover of Wuthering Heights here. I needed some memento of the store, and nothing better than a classic I've yet to read.

