Last week, my friend and I were cycling through the city. At once I saw this little store overloaded with old clothes and objects. Immediately we stopped to visit this little walhalla of vintage. There was actually not much place to move, everything piled and cabinets full of stuff. Even the owner of the shop belonged to the whole picture and Atmosphere with her fifties look. The only thing what bothered me were all this cards which said: Don't touch this. Like I was walking in a museum and not in a store.