|NB: I stole this from the internet.|
I generally try to avoid English-speaking places, since I am here to learn French, but now that I've visited Shakes & Co I won't be able to stop going back.
It. Is. Magic.
Downstairs there is a hodgepodge of small winding rooms, with contemporary books on shelves from floor to ceiling, a nook for all things Shakespeare, a table display of only books with red covers, and a doorway covered in notes offering and requesting English speaking fill in the blanks.
Upstairs, there is a room with low mattresses covered in Indian blankets and a piano for anyone to play. In the hallway there is a cubbyhole with one chair, one typewriter, fairy lights and the notes of dreamers past. If you sit in the stall and read the notes, one will say, "I wrote a piece of music this year and I played it for the first time on your piano." Another will say, "Thank you." Yet another will say, "I fell in love in this room." There is a reading room with mismatched chairs and benches, fresh flowers and a window that looks over the Seine. The books upstairs are not for sale. You may read one, like Lady Chatterly's Lover, while you sit in the Reading Room.