Jaanu Flowers and Home

What an utterly confusing yet proportionally awesome little shop. I figure there are two shop owners occupying one space. It feels schizophrenic and disjointed. But yet, I still like it.
Look to the left of Jaanu and you’re in an antique camera store. Filled with original Canons and Kodaks in many different classic models, if you’re a collector, definitely come and check out the selection here. I recognized the Rolleiflexes because that’s what my photographer dad likes using best. I spotted an old school Polaroid for $ 80 and was dead set on buying it until the crotchety shop owner told me that the film would set me back $ 38 for a set of 8 sheets. Bloody rip off!
After that disheartening experience, I turned around 180 degrees and found myself in a land of peace and serenity. There were indonesian bags, worldly patchwork bed throws and oil reed infusers. I took one deep breath of something rose or lilac scented and instantly felt more relaxed. I’m still not quite sure what’s happening there in Jaanu. It’s kinda like my WW2 veteran grandfather and my beachside yoga teacher decided to shack up together. But in some strange way, it almost works. I say «almost» because maybe you won’t agree.