16th Street’s Adobe Books, as you may recall, has been in trouble for some time. But now their rent has been raised, pounding the final nail in the coffin for this chill neighborhood bookshop.
Adobe Books has always been an unusually free, open and artistic-minded spot. Retirees and homeless people often hang out in the front seating area and shoot the shit. The back room often hosted art exhibitions, and one bookshelf featured a hidden compartment containing a secret diorama of the bookstore.
My favorite experience at Adobe: on asking if they sold calendars they told me: “We don’t believe in time.” Sadly, it looks like time believes in them. Stop by for a book or three before it’s too late.