Yup, but that'll be handy for me. Places of snow accumulation are a Godsend for covering up cut/fit issues on these glitter-houses
Seven year-old Owen stopped by yesterday and we ran trains for a few minutes while his mom was dropping off some stuff for an upcoming yard sale at the local hysterical society. Owen's pretty observant...he was asking me about the interior on the faux-tinplate station I built a few years ago. "What's a book stall?" he asked. I'd forgotten about that:

One of those times I got a bit too cute for my own good, I suppose. I had to explain that it's like the book/magazine shops at the airport you see when you go on your thrice-per-year trips to Disney World with your family (I still don't understand that fascination, but whatever). "Oh", he said.
BTW, the graphics are from a battered old Hornby station we have here, scanned, printed, and pasted in with a bit of acetate overlay. Kinda neat that the kid spotted it.