My (immigrant) grandmother with my (immigrant) great-grandfather, standing outside his tobacconist and photography shop in Bournemouth.

Oddly enough, my husband's (Sephardic) family also ran a tobacco shop in Britain when they immigrated from Amsterdam, in the 1760s. No photography though. The side was other kinds of medicine, like a pharmacy.

Fantastic!

Such an evocative photo.

Wonderful pic

My father in Village Camera, Queens Village, L.I., where he worked once he ceased being a bookie. The shop was owned by a former client. After he died I looked through his glasses. I asked Mom why one lens was blank. Only then did I learn that as a child he’d poked one out with a darning needle…

Another place and era but it put me so much in mind of this photo of my grandfather outside his newsagent and tobacconist shop in Dublin.

What a great photo that is.

The extraordinary range of graphic fonts used is amazing.

Fags and photos, why not? Amazing to see all the adverts. I see they also sold ice cream

I miss Agfa film very much!