A cute little bookstore I came across in Camden Market in downtown London.
All the other shops around the bookstore were closing up and packing everything away for the day. I asked the shopkeeper if he wanted me to leave, but he just shrugged and said “I’m not going anywhere” and buried his face back into the book he was reading.
A good book will never cease to entertain.
Oh London, you’re a-callin’ my name
/falls over
/scribbles illegible writing in itinerary
This is just splendid. Imagine getting lost in the corners of the store.