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.