The man who owns this junk shop on Brick Lane seems to only be open on quiet days. Never ever on a Sunday when the masses infiltrate the East End. He seems to live in a caravan inside his garage of a shop. When I went in he was sitting in his caravan peering out at me through the back window. I desperately wanted a photo of him but was too scared to ask. The mirror out the front with the no-smoking sticker plastered across it cost an extortionate £60. I'm not sure that he gets too many buyers. Hence, perhaps, the caravan.
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