City Lights in San Francisco has several floors of books.

And Thunderbird Books in Carmel used to have a coffeeshop inside. Not a Starbucks, just a room with coffee and some snacks.

Hugs,
Erin

I worked at a Barnes and Noble just before I became disabled. Hired in October on a 'permanaent' basis, the first week of the following January, I was told I no longer had a job. When I told the guy I wasn't hired as a seasonal worker, he said the guy that hired me no longer worked there, so toooooooooooo bad! I enjoyed my time there stocking carts and shelves; an epiphany of sorts as I realized just how obsessive-compulsive I had been all along.

In the midst of the drama that was my childhood, my mom told me to read...and read a lot. Her explanation, borne out through a lifetime of her own disappointments was, "If you read, you can go anywhere you want, even if you don't leave your room." When she died, we looked at the room that never served as a bedroom and found hundreds and hundreds of books. Asimov anf Bradbury and L'Engle and LeGuin shared shelves with Robbins and Zane Grey. She traveled a lot even though she hardly ever left New Jersey. :)