There is the nicest sweet shop in Ipswich, its called “Mr Simms olde sweet shop”:
I love it because it has all the sweets in it I ate as a child. Come to think of it, I still eat them. Also it reminds me of Harry Potter. Its the sort of place you expect something out of the ordinary, something magical to happen.
Anyway, the ladies in the shop let me take a picture, but they didn’t want to be in it: