Papyrina's Book Cafe  

_CoffeeNoCream_ 53F
6527 posts
4/29/2005 7:47 am

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Papyrina's Book Cafe

Papyrina’s Book Cafe, the Used Bookstore/Cafe on on AdultFriendFinder street in Greece, was irresistible to me. I could not pass it without taking glance at the selection of books on the tables outside. Then, I was invariably drawn inside where I was further captivated by the luscious aromas of coffee from around the world being brewed.

A pleasant smile from the gorgeous woman behind the counter was the greeting I'd grown accustomed to. "Hi, Papyrina," I'd call with a wave.

"'Afternoon, CnC," she'd say. Before I'd have time to say anything else, she'd add, "I know, I know. You haven't any time and will just stay a minute with a quick coffee." Her soft pink lips would purse into a knowing smile. "You're always welcome here." She'd then pass me my usual cappuccino and return her attention to the inevitable pile of books before her, reading glasses perched near the tip of her nose.

As I sipped, the musty smell of old books drew me through the long, dimly lit aisles.
New arrivals were piled daily on trolleys along the back wall of the shop. I waved my hand slowly over the aligned ends of the bindings, reading titles. If observed, it would have appeared as if I were conjuring a spell to have the book of choice rise to place itself in my grasp.

How silly--until it happened.

I blinked and laughed, convinced I'd imagined it. But the book was in my hand, a hand tooled leather cover with lettering so worn that I couldn't read the title. The fly leaf, when I'd carefully turned to it, read: Lingering scents by Petra.

A smile came inadvertently to my face. This had always been one of my favorite books. To me it was a magic portal to so many wonderful imaginings. The book itself seemed old, though, older than its original publication date. I searched for its printing history, but found none. What I did find, was that the entire book seemed to have been hand lettered, not printed. It was almost like a diary.

As I held the book by the binding, it opened naturally to a page about halfway through, as if it was natural to be in that position. What appeared to a bookmark rested in the fold. A parchment, as it turned out, with precise curlicues, ink brushed lettering of a sort totally alien to me, that surrounded a delicately painted flower.

I sat at a nearby reading table to look at the flower more closely, holding it as lightly as I would a cobweb. As I drew it closer to my eyes, a pale light emanated from its heart, growing brighter. I couldn't look away, although my eyes began to close, weighted with my imaginings.

A breeze sprung up, washing my face with cool air. I struggled to straighten up, to look for the source of the wind. After long minutes, I managed to open my eyes.

Before me rose the city of Shangri-La as I'd envisioned it, with soaring walls and gilded roofs, cascading gardens, surrounded by mountain peaks.

It couldn't be, of course. I knew that, but reason was unimportant. I was there on a pathway with other people who were strolling in a realm of wonder--yet believing--as much in awe as I.

There was a male Harem, guarded by beautiful women I held up my hand as one of them smiled, wanting to ask--something. "Please..."

"Are you still here, CnC?" Papyrina's voice broke through my reverie, through the time and space in which I'd traveled. "It's time to go," she said, laying a hand on my mine. "I'm sorry. I know you'd rather stay."

She reached for the book.

"No," I exclaimed. "I want this book."

Her smile was sympathetic and dazzeling. "I think you know that you can't have this one, CnC. This is one of the Special Books. It is meant only for people who can truly appreciate it. For you, it will be here always, whenever you wish it or need it. But it can never be taken away, or it will crumble to dust."

Rationally, I shouldn't have believed her. But I did believe her. My chest felt heavy as I handed the book to her, and started along the long aisle that led to the exit. I felt as if I'd lost a world, although I'd not ventured from the bookstore in the usual sense.
"CnC," Papyrina called from behind me. I turned. "There are many special books that are for the likes of you. Why don’t you come back tomorrow ? All you have to do is hold out your hand
I left the shop. The bell over the door tinkled with the lightness I felt. Tomorrow…. I reached for my purse in my pocket and realized that I still held the bookmark with the flower in the center. I turned to go back, but the lights were out in the bookshop.

"Please don't turn to dust," I said. "Please."

Whats the purpose of this story….its to let you people know that this bookstore lady is a real person, and I am honoured to know her

knuffels CnC

rm_BigDnLady 44M/42F
1140 posts
4/29/2005 8:34 am

Great appreciation of friendship!!!! Good story!!


papyrina 52F
21133 posts
4/29/2005 9:05 am

Cnc was one of the first women i ever spoke to on AdultFriendFinder,friendly ,witty and helped me around the delights of AdultFriendFinder,i've known her now for over a year and were both searching for similar things,she one of the few women i would love to meet for coffee in real life as her humor,helpfullness shine through once you get to know her.
This post of hers is a true honour for me,thankyou coffee mou

I'm a

i'm here to stay

redswallow777 49M
6811 posts
4/29/2005 9:26 am

It is as if your story came true....Papy and I post regularly in each other's blog but I no nothing about her shop....I felt like I was opening an old book here and discovering a familiar place to visit.....fantasy becomes reality...reality becomes fantasy. Nice touch.

GoddessOfTheDawn 106F
11240 posts
4/29/2005 10:34 am

papyrina is a very nice friend... as are you _CoffeeNoCream_

rm_BigDnLady 44M/42F
1140 posts
4/29/2005 1:28 pm

You guys are just too sweet!!!!!! I enjoy all of your blogs!!!!



4/29/2005 2:49 pm

Very nice tribute to frienship, as Iam sure you both eqaully derserve it.

IPman 62M
313 posts
4/29/2005 4:42 pm

Can I have coffee with both of you ladies? That was wonderfully written CnC.

Erik_Bloodaxe 57M

4/30/2005 2:54 am

I am sure I visted Papy's bookstore once. But I do not remember it quite as Coffee has painted it. Just old age, I guess

Erik_Bloodaxe 57M

4/30/2005 2:56 am

I sense a merger coming on - a chain of coffee-cum-erotic bookshops all over Holland and Greece.

lustmirror 64M
2897 posts
4/30/2005 9:34 pm

pleasantly speechless...
I bow....

parivartan1000 53M
4 posts
5/1/2005 4:29 am

I have no wards,can only give u very good co.

nightstogether 57M

5/1/2005 10:10 am

I remember some of the older bookshops in London, many years ago when I still lived there, where you could browse for hours and there was coffee on offer to. I don't get to see that now. But I do know that a friendship built up in and around such a shop - books and relaxation - would last forever. The books may crumble, but the friendship lasts.

private-intellectual (.de)

_CoffeeNoCream_ 53F

5/2/2005 2:05 pm

IP man...your invited !!

_TeaNoMilk_ 53F

5/3/2005 1:41 am

perhaps just a Tea
and yes I would serve coffee and paps could make the baklava

_TeaNoMilk_ 53F

5/4/2005 2:43 pm

Tea anyone ?

_TeaNoMilk_ 53F

5/4/2005 2:45 pm

Mmmmmmm what book to read ?

rm__AnyGirl_ 52F
246 posts
6/25/2005 10:32 am

ask papy, Tea.....should would know what to read...

rm__AnyGirl_ 52F
246 posts
6/25/2005 10:33 am

May I join you @ IP man ?

leyndokona2 50F

10/19/2005 12:13 pm

We must stop meeting like this

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