This place also had miniature guitars (the other "big" thing of this year for us).
Terrible picture but it is the memory that counts... we had been going in and out of stores and at the bottom of Clifton Hill we had started off towards the falls when Gina noticed a black stuffed dog hanging off of Ryan's backpack. Apparently it got hooked on his pack while walking around in the store. Not wanting the Royal Canadian Mounted Police to come after us, we quickly headed back to find the store it came from and returned it.
