A curiously brilliant experience. I was warned, beforehand, that the bookshop was run by "two grumpy old men and one fat cat". The owners were, in fact, perfectly nice, even though we didn't interact much. The cat was present (note to people with allergies).
The books were mainly stacked in piles on the floor: towers and pillars and hillocks of vaguely thematically linked titles (e.g. one turret for fiction, another for history, classics...).
On first visit, I was convinced I wouldn't be able to find anything of interest, let alone those few particular titles I'd been hoping for. Still, quite keen on digging out something, at least, I decided to allocate the place an hour or two of my schedule on the second visit.
Lo and behold! - not even 10 min in, I'm spotting book after book after book on my wishlist! I had to stop browsing after the first three smaller bookpiles, because the shelf space back home was limited.
In the end, I left with 5 books for under 8 pounds - one very happy bookish squirrel, stacking up for the upcoming winter.
Great experience! Would highly recommend "Voltaire & Rousseau" to book aficionados willing to brave a potential avalanche. ;)