The little book-shop was staggeringly well-stocked for such a small town in the south of France. But it wasn't heated and the owner was wrapped in thick jumper and scarf and clearly wasn't well. There was a feeling that it was the end of an era. Outside the rain poured; it happens of course and water is needed, but the south doesn't handle it well. The south prefers light, sun and the dry. The old lady had arrived to collect her book and was shocked at the price she was quoted; she'd clearly previously been told the paper-back price but only the hard-back was available. The owner was kind and released it to the lady at the lower price. She then ventured out into the cloud-burst, plastic book wrapping quickly improvised as a head-scarf.
Quiet returned to the store, book blurbs scanned and price-points considered.