Point of Sale
Sometimes it seems like the homogenous high street has taken over the whole world. So different little shop fronts spotted whilst wandering lonesome make me happy.
On a back street in Prague. Sadly closed.
Somewhere in Northern Italy
Wigs in Brussles
Hats in Bratislava
Hair in Zilina
Hair in Fez
‘Closed Tomorrow’, Soregno
Restaurant Dragoman, Sofia
Strange Camel cushions, Sofia
A kiosk of white garments, no salesman in sight, Slovakia
Driving school, Prague
Station entrance, so it shouldnt really count, but I love the font
Cafe bar at the same station, Slovakia
The perfect little bar, Budapest
Shoe menders, Sopron
Fish shop, Soregno
A digression again, but how is it that Italian men of a certain age look so chic as they cycle by?
The outside to this store was nothing special, a tiny doorway on a Budapest backstreet with army and navy paraphernalia tacked to the wall. A strange dusty mannequin was propped in the corner wearing a perfect striped boatneck shirt, Hungarian army surplus. When I saw the inside of the shop I almost gave up without asking, but the sales man located the right box with the right shirt in the right size in less than ten seconds.