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Ah, Blooms - the ancient bric-a-brac and household good shop run by a sweet old couple for as long as there has been a London to sell nail brushes, random mugs, drain filters, lightbulbs, useful things and kitsch stuff to - has finally gone. There are lights on through the windows which have been grimed up for a decade or three; the shelves are finally visible, and starkly clear.
But there's a new music shop, or something which has acoustic guitars in the front anyway, opened up afresh a little further along on Blackstock Road; and a gleaming bright comics shop has manifested itself just metres from the entrance to where I work.
What has happened to Finsbury Park in the week I've been away? |
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