Taiga Memories

Managed by Marcel Fritz. A meager looking hole in the wall from the outside, sandwiched between two overwhelmingly more modem buildings. An ancient squeaky door reveals a cluttered mess of narrow passageways stocked on either side with multitudes of esoteric and miscellaneous trinkets and treasures from some golden but no less bygone era. If you find yourself drawn to the prospect of owning a collection of essentially useless wing-dings and nick-knacks, then step right in, wiggle your way up to the cluttered counter and share a moment with the quiet cashier, the one who will tell you he's just thinning. You might find the sitting area by the back door, a few chairs and tables with ages no doubt double yours, and select one of the many dusty tomes of the Farmer's Almanac.