We lived in New Delhi for a year in the late 70s. One of my favorite memories was a weekly trip to Faqir Chand and Sons, a bookstore. I have strong memories of walking through the stacks of books, seemingly random, and with no shelves.

It’s a very different feeling from something as organized as a library, or Powell’s here in Portland. You never knew what you’d find next, on what topic, or in what condition. It was endless exploration, pure delight.

Faqir Chand is still in business. They don’t have a website, but the photos on their Twitter look just as I remember: https://twitter.com/faqirchandbooks