Adam and I are nearing the end of a bibilophilic dream spree buying as many books as are in the stop for the library of the “significant yacht” its itinerary mirrors, as do the collections.  Where our focus is the Black Atlantic, the ship is sailing for the Black Pacific.

Sunday morning, February, in the shop.

Under counter: Polynesia, Natural History, The Pacific Theater WWII (left)

The Eastern Pacific, Exploration & Discovery, Galapagos, Easter Island, French Polynesia (right).

The Caribbean, Cuba, Jamaica: first stops.

Under the counter: Jamaica (left), Cuba (right) – for a change.

Papua New Guinea. Our obsession.

A mess o’ Mesoamerica, under Dion’s self-portrait.

Yucatan, Belize, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama and through the Canal.

Anthro-apologies. Think Charlie Parker.

The Spell of the Pacific.

The seldom plastic arts.Colonialism, 20th century travel, Belles Lettres, paperback soft core, large 4tos and folios.

On the table, Papua New Guinea. Under, The Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, New Caledonia, Fiji, Samoa, Tonga.

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