Four floors: main floor, two upstairs and the basement. All filled with stuff.
I found it after only one wrong turn. I gave myself 45 minutes. It’s called “self-medication”, by the way. I could have plopped my yoga-pants butt on a bar stool, lit a cigarette, ordered a shot of tequila and told my woes to the bartender, but looking at junk is more my style.
Missoula is a pretty cool little city.
I came out of here with a pair of $25 boots and a $5 aluminum colander. I barely resisted two handstitched quilts and a tiny cupboard. The prices were reasonable and there was lots to see. Can’t wait to go back next year!