The place is so well stocked with crockery and tableware, linens and mixing tools, that shopping begins outdoors. Under the cheerful shingle hanging beside the door, crooked stacks of woven baskets stand in little towers alongside iron baking ovens and benches piled with spoons and plates. In the cool shade inside the shop, the ceiling is alive with hanging pans, copper and iron skillets, and long white pine tables carry sets of pottery and glassware. In the midst of it all, the proprietor meets you with a happy exhaustion.
