A vibrant mural of dragons, flowers and magic covers Boswell’s Books’ facade, as if pulled from the pages of a fantasy book tucked away inside. Walking into the store, the tingle of a bell announces each visitor’s arrival. The smell of musty secondhand books exudes pleasant nostalgia, while a basket of lemons with a handwritten cardboard sign saying ‘free lemons off our trees, please take a few’ provides a feeling of community. A vast collection of old books are arranged neatly on shelves according to subject, with curious objects poking out of nooks and crannies.