Ooh we have a shop like that here... The guy who runs it ALWAYS wears a beret, and have a kickass huge moustache and a goatee... You literally can't open the door because there's piles and piles of books stacked on the floor, and when you finally manage to squeeze in through the doorway, you have to tip-toe through a tiny tunnel which is the only available floor space amidst a whole labyrinth of bookpiles, including 8 metre high shelves and ladders wobbling worryingly... He's totally nuts, but I love him... He always buys your books or swap things back in if you suggest that to him, unlike 99% of he other antiquarian sellers who are only interested in the profits and sometimes aren't even nice to customers... This man live and breathe for books