Charmingly tiny music store in a charmingly tiny town. The gregarious man behind the counter(shop owner?) seemed suspicious of me and my boyfriend, which is understandable since we had just returned to civilization after a romantic but extremely dirty camping trip. Given our disheveled appearance, the guy was pretty friendly. He had no clue what instrument my man was referring to when he described it(some sort of squeezebox, we still don’t know) so we did not actually patronize them(except perhaps in finding it quaint). Thanks anyway!