Ooh-La-La

The last time I was at Ooh La La, I fell in love with a Victorian, mint green, children’s frock coat. This is the caliber of stuff we are talking about here; the kind of thing usually seen in stuffy museums, irritatingly in untouchable glass cases. To be fair I couldn’t touch this either because it was hanging up on the wall and I didn’t ask to get it down because I couldn’t afford it. When I can though, I’ll go back in the hope it’s still there because teamed with skinny jeans and some Westwood heels it’s got New Years Eve outfit written all over it.
Ooh La La is an antiques store hired out by various magpies who I imagine would do a pretty good job if they went on daytime TV gem, Antiques Roadshow. It’s bursting at the seams with oodles and whatsits and gizmos galore, definitely enough to rival The Little Mermaid’s collection. They have furniture, clothes, accessories, postcards, clocks, watches, pretty much every invention ever all under one roof.
Also, Robbie, the man that rents the most space in the shop is really friendly and not at all like some of the grumpy old men that run antique shops and only talk to cats.

Don’t be put off by the horrific name of this renowned vintage /​antique shop. Be sure to have a good look around or you could easily miss a lot of this fascinating place, it’s not huge but there are little things packed in everywhere.
There’s a fair bit of French stuff as the name suggests, but there are some interesting bits of British history too — including nice old telephones, and a small section of clothing at the back (only women’s I think). The ladies might also be tempted by the collection of vintage handbags on offer, which ranged from about £25 — £60 from what I saw.
All in all it is possibly a little pricey, but still much more realistic than you’d find in The Mall in Angel, and although the owner wasn’t particularly welcoming, he seemed very knowledgeable — and I’m giving him the benefit of any doubt as I did hear him mention to someone else that he ‘felt like shit’.