The Old Curiosity Shop (and friend)

A cave of wonders, or so I imagine. Actually it's filled with old guns, knives and medals and exudes a unique odour.

I've never plucked up the courage to enter. Especially given that what's on offer is not what I'm in the market for. Fainthearted.

I love this part of town, violin makers next to stamp collectors next to print galleries next to kinky rubber fetishist outlet....

Amazon it is not.

And at the centre, these two gloriously grubby old fellas, shoulder to shoulder, holding each other up. Magical.