The windows are dusty but full of promise. The jumble of doll's houses, mechanical toys, rocking horses and the like are so evocative, a 'box of delights' of nostalgia and memory.
I can't help peering in the window, it's a bit like one of those sentimental Victorian Christmas card scene of urchins gathered around shop windows.
Maybe one day, I might magically find it open!
I think this guy - possibly the best ever 'Weekender' in the Saturday Guardian, beating the usual Hoxtonite crowd that grace these pages - is connected somehow.
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