The Old Curiosity Shop

More queer than curious this little shop. From the outside (see picture) it looks like a quaint olé’ place with pot plants and other gardening implementalia (is that a word? It should be). Yet when you step inside, the old curiosity shop quickly begins to resemble a hoarder’s loft.
The inside is small made smaller by the sheer volume of crap inside. The crap is navigated by a pathway down the middle of the shop, lined with piles of stuff and things: Multiple copies of unknown books by unheard-​of authors and just lots of nik-​naks and household stuff. There was a couple of shelves of DVDs but I couldn’t get to them or see them properly because a load of other stuff was in the way. The bloke whose shop it seemed to be was pleasant enough, watching the cricket on a little tele balanced on top of a pile of stuff.
For the hardcore rummager only.