And my goodness the Paris academic bookshops are wonderful. I could spend a lot of time and a lot of money in the Vrin shop, or in the basement at Compagnie. Well, I did. But I would have spent even more of both if I hadn’t succeeded in restricting my attention to the Stoics / Augustine / Hobbes / Rousseau sections of the shelves.
It’s a good thing, for example, that I managed to resist the temptation to buy (for 320 euros) the Dictionnaire de Port-Royal (here, and scroll down), as I almost certainly wouldn’t have been physically able to cart it home. (Maybe next time.)