You could theoretically spend a perfect day in the city’s best bookstore (and possibly the world’s) without opening a single book. Start at 7 A.M. with breakfast at Ivy Place and spend the morning walking through the complex’s three buildings, exploring all the tucked-away display cases, artworks, and mini-exhibits of strange and wondrous objects, almost all for sale. Then grab a coffee and flip through stacks of too hip magazines from around the globe. After lunch, claim a listening station in the music department upstairs and sample CDs and vinyl recommended by the resident jazz, classical, and rock “concierges.” Move on to the film section and ask for the most obscure movie you can think of; they’ll probably have it, and if not, they can burn a copy on the spot. Before dinner, buy a vintage Leica or a limited-edition fountain pen and then sit down at the warmly lit Anjin lounge, its shelves lined with bound periodicals, first-edition classics, and even stranger and more wondrous objects (also for sale). Polish off the night with a martini as a live jazz combo grooves into the wee hours.