We're getting a bookshop. Squeee.

This is the shop next to Hamlet. It was empty for a very long time.

Then Conny-who-reads-this-blog noticed something happening:

If you are curious enough to look through the gap at the foot of the blinds you'll see a children's bookshop taking shape. This is wonderful news. 

Bookshops are thriving in France but they sure as hell aren't here and children's literature has Alice, the Velveteen Rabbit, the Thirteen Clocks, the Wonderful O, Minnow on the Say, the Chimneys of Greene Knowe, 101 Dalmatians, Five Children and It, the Railway Children, the Wouldbegoods, Harold and the Purple Crayon, Pinocchio, Tom Sawyer, Tom's Midnight Garden, the Wolves of Willoughby Chase, the Hobbit, King Solomon's Mines, the Jungle Book, Kim, Stalky & Co, Charlotte's Web, Anne of Green Gables, the Wind in the Willows, the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, the House at Pooh Corner, Shimbleshanks, the Night Train as well as a whole load of stuff for toddlers that I can't remember but am assured is good and whatever it is that kids read these days. I hope they still read Alice.

This kind of gentrification I can take.