Bookshops I have visited - 2: Baggins Book Bazaar.

Hi everyone, I decided that I wanted to focus on another bookshop that I have recently visited. This time it is Baggins Book Bazaar down Rochester's High Street in Medway, Kent. The bazaar is considered the largest second hand bookshop in the country. When I went there I had this preconceived notion that it was going to across many floors. There was not many but there were many, many books. With all the aisles everywhere I kept getting lost. At one point I had to go either left or right (I cannot remember), then go down some stairs and along a corridor just to end up in hardback fiction. Paperback fiction was upstairs from this.

Now the bookshop had loads of books and every category you could imagine including cookery, sci-fi and antiques. As much as I liked the books, I did not find anything I was after personally. I will say that the bookshop is open everyday from 10:00 - 17:45 which gives scope for a visit. The fact that it is right near Rochester train station, has buses and car parks nearby, it makes it even easier to get there.

While I can appreciate this bookshop, I found it a bit confusing even with the signage. However it still has a large selection. As a whole you have a large bookshop with a large offering. This bookshop is for the true bookworms who love to get lost in the depths of book aisles. If that's you then you will hit the jackpot here!


Until next time,


Thomas.

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