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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.

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  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!

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    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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