Off an alley beside the old courthouse in Staunton, Virginia.
Around the corner is a tiny used bookstore where you can browse the shelves with books of local artists and historians. Selections made, you ring a bell and the owner comes downstairs, sleepy from a nap, and makes change from an antique coin belt dispenser, like a carnival barker, except he's well read and compliments your taste in books, because he personally chose all these books himself.