The film 'Notting Hill' made it famous, made it a tourist hot spot, filled it with camera happy sightseers with no interest in the books or the shop other than some sort of shrine to that tosser Grant and what's her name the american luvvie.
It wasn't even the shop used in the film. It isn't on Portobello Road, it is on Blenheim Crescent.
The tourists have killed the place. It is now closed until a buyer can be found to put some enthusiasm back into a very special local amenity.
The tourists should be asked to pay for photography or fuck off and photograph Hugh Grant's house. I can supply the address.
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