Shoe box sized tabbachi on one of the horizontals off the top end of Via Vittorio Veneto. Nothing strange about that, you may think...
...but eccola! There she is in all her glory! Yes, a wallnut clad tabacchi-cum-knick-knackeria!
If that doesn't make you want to take up pipe or cigar smoking and recline in a Chesterfield with a copy of something by P.G Woodhouse, I don't know what will. Even better that, you can cover it all up with a bag of Fisherman's Friend gob-blowers after!
I have to admit that I wasn't entirely sure what this shop wanted to be, but (as you have probably guessed by my sympathetic take on all things independent shop in Italy) I rather liked it because of that.Part tobacconist, sweet shop, jeweller, whatever else, it had a delighful dark interior enlivened by its woodworking throughout. It was immediately welcoming to the eye and calming on the soul to walk into. (Perhaps I should stop chewing so many Fisherman's Friends.)
What a pleasant place to own and work in, I thought. Warming, interesting, dark and soothing. Clearly, someone in the past put a lot of time and effort into lining its walls as they had and I am certainly pleased they did.
