Same sunset, different location. If you’ve followed this blog closely, you already know, that this is an old village store. The store was downstairs, the shopkeeper lived upstairs.
What makes this place interesting is its location. It’s in the crossing of four very small roads. It’s 13 kilometers to the center of one municipality, 28 kilometers to the other. The third one is 52 kilometers away. The fourth road leads to the village even I have never heard of.
Perhaps unsurprisingly the store belonged to the worker’s co-operatives, which entered financial trouble in the 1980’s and folded in the 1990’s. I wondered already back in the previous place, how keeping a shop in a location like this was ever profitable. Especially, as there way bigger villages with bigger stores just some kilometers to both direction. This store only seemed to have served the crossing.
The only explanation I can think of is, that the building seen in old aerial photos next to it was a petrol station. Then it would make some sense, but still very little profit.
There were open doors and broken windows, but the only way to the lot was from the other side of the building. There was a camera there, so I skipped this time.
When I posted this on my Instagram story later, my local friend said she felt sorry that I didn’t go. She thought it would have been hilarious to hear the owner, her friend ask the villagers, who on earth that person in the too short shorts was.