There are so many things to say about this place. For one, it’s every easily-aesthetically-pleased persons dream. From the moment you walk in, there’s just a different air about this place that kind of takes you aback. It was bustling full of people but it never got so obnoxiously loud you were shooting glares at others. There was just a lot of appreciation amongst the masses for this particular bookstore.
The last bookstore has cases and cases and aisles and aisles of every kind of book you’re looking for… or not looking for, you’d be surprised. It’s not only a bookstore; upstairs there are art galleries, and while they are only open certain times during the week/day, you can take a quick look at what each artist is working on or has created.
Honestly, I can’t even put it into words. It’s just something you have to experience yourself! Trust me, you’ll thank me later.
The only downside is that parking is a beeeeeeeeeeeetch. It is downtown LA, so what can you expect? The Last Bookstore is located on the corner of Spring St., where they normally get a lot of traffic anyway, so opt to park in a lot nearby or you can attempt meter parking! Emilie and I parked in a lot a few blocks away for about $6 for the whole night which wasn’t too bad. The only sketchy thing was the walk back because it was dark and we were just two dainty girls speed walking through the streets of downtown LA. It was sketch, but we’re alive and we made it. Ahhhhh, that’s the beauty of living in LA, isn’t it? Hehe.
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