The little bookshop that could – ‘it seemed to invite us in, like the whiff of warm bread might seduce you into a bakery’

There is a tiny bookshop in East London that feels like stepping into a story. Its butter-coloured shelves bend and journey. There are cosy, lamp-lit nooks for sitting and browsing.

Its ceiling and walls are mirrored, creating little infinities in a space the size of a large living room..