Anawan Trading Post

If I’m giving 1 star to an antique store, you know something’s very wrong!
First, and foremost, upon opening the front door, the stench of fresh and stale cigarette smoke is almost unbearable. I should’ve turned around and left on the spot. It was disgusting and almost nauseating.
Secondly, there are signs all over the place mentioning a second floor. Great! We found the stairs-​barely. No lights! No lights upstairs and no lights on the stairway. Benny wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe the lights turned on when you hit the first few stairs, but after trekking up the first 3 in the dark, I just turned back.
Benny grabbed an old paperback book before I ushered him out (there’s a first.)
The gentlemen working the register had to yell back and forth at each other a few times to hammer down the price. Have these owners never been to another antique mall?! (You should’ve had us paid and gone in half that time!) They also said all prices were negotiable, yet they wouldn’t come down on «half the list price» on a book from 1960. $ 5 for 80 pages in a paperback?
We’ve learned our lesson.
Place was stocked with China and dishes, small furniture and books, but not enough small knick knacks for my liking.