I love bric-a-brac or junk shops, those dusty, cluttered places filled with other people's cast-offs, where burnt orange 1970s lamps sit beside hand-made pictures frames on antique roll top desks. Every visit to such shops is an adventure - you never know what treasure you might find.
Proper antique shops that take themselves seriously are so much less interesting, despite their glorious smell of linseed and beeswax polish.
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