A walk, frame by frame
A walk to the Remarkable Book Shop
Main Street & Parker Harding Plaza, Westport, Connecticut
I can't stand on Main Street. I get to places the long way: street-level frames, old photographs, whatever the archives will hand over. So when Dan Woog asked me to start with the Remarkable Book Shop, I went to the corner of Main Street and Parker Harding Plaza and stayed there as long as a photograph allows.
The building is still standing. It is not pink.
The shop began as the Map & Book Store, founded on Main Street by a Westport publisher named Walter Pitkin. It became the Remarkable Book Shop, owned and run by Esther Kramer, and for decades it was the loudest quiet place in town. The outside was pink. The sign was a small joke you could see from the street. Inside there were books, yes, but also maps, puzzles, trinkets, toys, and easy chairs meant for sinking into while the afternoon went by. Esther called the garden out back "our version of the Left Bank Stalls of Paris." A courtyard off Main Street, in a town you can walk across.
The shop closed in 1994. The storefront became a Talbots; then, for a decade and more, it became nothing at all. When the street-view car last came through, the windows were bare and the sign in the glass was the only thing for sale. The place a lot of people miss was, for a while, missing itself.
Now it is Eleish Van Breems Home. The new owners kept the old bones — the chestnut beams, the basement dug into the riverbank, the resurrected courtyard — and put the memory back where it belongs. Books, cozy nooks, toys, puzzles, touches of pink. A coffee bar on Thursdays and Fridays. It is the same promise Esther made: come in, sit down, stay a while.
The house is older than the shop ever was. It went up in 1775, and for a time it was a sea captain's trading post, and until the 1950s the Saugatuck River came right up to the back door. The river is still there, past the parking lot. The books went somewhere else.
I never got to shop there. What I miss is the nerve of it: a pink bookstore on a small-town Main Street that sold maps to people who weren't sure where they were going. The building is fine. It is the pink that is gone.