title: i love junk shops

i am an old lady at heart. junk shops catch my fancy like no other thing. there is something about the layers and layers of compounded lives in them that is at once crushing and fascinating. so, dutch junk shops? count me in! this particular junk shop was in maastricht, owned by a really nice man with a really bad cough.don't tell my cousin max, but there were world war ii helmets and gas masks in there!