I was in the Cooking section at The Book Trader on 2nd Street, searching for a book by M.F.K. Fisher to leave for my hostess as a thank you present, when I pushed aside some volumes in a container on the floor and saw the familiar black-and-white cover of Unquiet Days. After finding a paperback copy of With Bold Knife and Fork, I carried my first book to its proper home in the Travel section, where, on a bottom shelf, out of alphabetical order, sat a copy of A Way to See the World. I pulled it out and, after checking to see if it carried an inscription (it didn't), I found a good home for it, and Unquiet Days, on a slightly higher shelf next to Colin Thubron's Behind the Wall. Later that evening I entered Head House Books, a few blocks south on 2nd, to talk about The Joys of Travel and marvel, silently, at how one street in Philly contains my collected works.
