Generally speaking, he isn't usually the sort of person to fail so fundamentally at taking in his surroundings particularly when it comes to playing the tourist - so he should already be fully aware of the bookstore before he even clambers out of the cab. But he spends the ride mentally mapping the turns they take, clocking out the walk in his head for the way back, eyeing the sidewalks crowded with tourists, and doesn't actually spend much time looking at store fronts. So he's fully out of the cab, hopping awkwardly up onto the curb and steading himself off the door of the car, before he catches sight of the tables across the heads of shorter tourists skittering along the sidewalk.

He closes the cab door very slowly, not fully aware of it as he studies the shop front. Despite the bustle on the sidewalk, the book store seems pleasantly quiet with it's benches and tables of books outside and-- and mostly none of that matters though. The place could be packed to the brim with crying babies and French police and it would still look inviting because the sheer volume of books in the windows is a little staggering. It's the sort of thing to make a man go weak in the knees if he isn't too careful.

Swaying slightly on him feet, he reaches out to steady himself off Chloe's shoulder as the cab is already pulling away. Once sure of his footing, Charlie gives her little check with his knuckles without looking away from the bookstore. "I hope you're not planning on going straight back after lunch." No, he's pretty sure she knows exactly what she's doing, the fox - which is trying to give him a bleeding heart attack apparently.