D G Wills Books

A feral, Americana-painted bookstore that feels like someone stole a library from a seaside town and left it to breathe. The shop is a maze of floor-to-ceiling shelves, secret back rooms and a corkboard heavy with flyers for author readings. It smells of long-read paper, coffee from next door, must and salt air. The owner, a decades-long bookseller, runs the place with a mixture of encyclopedic knowledge and cranky charm; he will steer you to a rare MAD from 1978 or a battered poetry volume and then launch into a lecture about the author. Locals come to chat, collectors come to hunt, tourists drift in and disappear for an hour. Children are kept to the front area because so many items are collectible. Look for the narrow staircase that leads to the shop's most dangerous stacks.