Wandering down the Marylebone High St I passed this shop (blunderbuss) that seems so out of place with everything around it. You ring a bell to be let in. Stepping over the door you feel as though you have arrived via a time machine.
Wandering down the Marylebone High St I passed this shop (blunderbuss) that seems so out of place with everything around it. You ring a bell to be let in. Stepping over the door you feel as though you have arrived via a time machine.