On Sundays, the Frere Hall wears a slightly different look. Books and some serious readers take over its courtyard.
At this time of the year, when the weather is anything but harsh, the delight of spending a few hours below the towering architectural wonder among the old mildewed books of Hemingway, Joyce, Orwell, and others multiplies manifold.
But the booksellers, who make this atmosphere possible, say they cannot continue putting up stalls, given the rising overheads and the slim
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