We can’t get enough of bookshops, we really can’t. We’re like moths to flame when we find the things, eternally destined to cross the line and spend hours flicking through the pages of a different translation of Kundera or something along those lines. The somewhat mistakenly named Village Bookshop lured us in in such a fashion, offering books, wonderful books, by the truckload. You’ll also find magazines, prints, clothing and more, but it is the new designs of old classics that really attracts.