"Tobacco Terminus - Where Everything Is For Sale!" Adinkerke Travelogue by johngayton

I must admit to being quite enamoured by this place. The total disorder kindof appeals to my world view. There's colour, there's form, junk and valuables, useful and useless all sort of thrown together in a not totally random fashion - more of a rambling manner: A bit like me then!

Here's the meeters and greeters at the entrance, friendly guys, just like the place.

Even a couple of Old Steeds relatives just in case he'd turned up. And yes that is a BIG hat!

There is a Welsh dresser, complete with Welshmen.

A rather spendidly ornate escritoire, behind which you'll notice a long-lost Gaugin (or maybe it's a Picasso?).

Some useful bits, just in case you are off your trolley. And even the tools to put yourself back together again.

And if you are feeling peckish you'll find the dining table laid for dinner!

Or if you just fancy a coffee here's the set-up complete with the obligatory coffee-table reading matter.

And if you fancy a little something else, here she is, but you'll have to do battle with her other admirers first ;-)