The tiny bookshop that I was squished into the other week, remember?

Oh. Never mind.

It’s so small now because the owner has given the other half of the shop to his daughter and her partner.

Today, I finally found the shop open and so went inside.

Begad and begorrah. There are old/antique Tarot cards in there.

A F1RST for this town and slightly, dangerously modern.

The partner was shop minding and he and I got into a lovely conversation about Tarot cards and my interest in the history of them and…..

Shortening the story – His wife/girlfriend (the shop owner) is similarly interested and plans to find and sell more packs and books. So I left with her name and her phone number (without even meeting her) and the promise that I’d be back soon.

Nice :o)