No, these are not books about cherries. Rather, it is the name of the neatest bookstore in the town of Thibodaux, LA. Thibodaux is a great college town. It has lots of old architecture and a French feeling. It is the first city I lived in when I journeyed to South Louisiana in 1978 and holds a special ambiance for me. So when Theresa invited me to read my book there and to sign afterwards, I was more than willing.
Cherry Books is a wonderfully warm place in a salvaged building. The building has a long story behind it about initially being built to become Cherry Shoe Store, with apartments upstairs. The owner’s college-aged children used the apartments, but the store didn’t make it. It must have come close because there were pairs of shoes still in the store after being vacant and neglected for 35 years. Theresa used the old shoes as decor on the top shelves in one adult book alcove. They look like they just came out of the box. I think some of today’s girls would kill for those shoes. (Afterthought – I should have photographed them for you. Sorry.)
Here’s the wonderful staff and the storefront.
Does this pic hurt your eyes? It does mine. The brick patterns look really weird from this angle. I could not see that through the lens. Hmmmm. Interesting.