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King Street. Coolah 3 or 7

A dead shop is pretty much par for the course too.


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    1. So many shops ... country and city look sad these days ,, taken over by shopping malls and the internet.

  2. This would be ideal for tea-rooms. I can see a rusty barrow planted with trailing geraniums out front .... an old pedal bike with pretty pansies in its basket. Vintage lace curtains - Redoute printed tablecloths and vases holding sprays of field flowers. And of course the best coffee and tea in town!

    1. Yep it looks ripe for such treatment, the only problem is that it is rather out of the way with the rest of the town ... an odd spot for a shop actually. The town bakery however seemed to be doing brisk trade and was very nice indeed.


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