One of my favorite stores here is called Atlas, after the Atlas mountains. The have some neat stuff upstairs but I particularly enjoy the upstairs. There are mounds of copper pots piled on top of each other. Some are new, some are old, and some are very old. For my birthday I bought myself one of the very old pots. It is bruised and battered and beautiful. (It looks similar to the pot on the floor in the picture below, but better.)
Here is Matthijas lying on the floor of the shop downstairs. He likes to play with the russian Matreshka dolls.
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