There's no name, it doesn't have one, I don't think. I could show you, but that would defeat the point of being able to browse alone and besides, I don't think one can find it in company. It's nearer the middling complex of apartments than the Aubade, a few streets away. Tucked between a dry-cleaners and a nail salon; you'd know it, if you saw it. I keep wondering if it's kept by one of us. It's good at not being noticed.
But I don't think anyone's spoken of trying to make things right for an entire group. Perhaps just one or two make enough of a difference, for now. Great cliffs fall into the sea, not because of one great blow from above but little and often and persistent -- over years. Perhaps I'm quite wrong. Perhaps it isn't the intention at all -- but I like the idea of helping. Someone trying, anyway.
I'm Joss, by the way. Jocelyn. Except most people seem to know that.