Campeche has a couple of decent bookshops, most notably the one in the Casa Seis, set in one of the recamaras in which you can still spot the hammock hooks on the walls.
I was expecting the usual piles of Dan Brown, Stephanie Meyer, Isabel Allende and Paolo Coelho...and found them, but here at least Haruki Murakami has been admitted to that kitschy pantheon. I even spotted a collection of Bolaño short stories (Putas Asesinas).
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