Ever had that moment when you walk into a place and your inner treasure hunter starts doing cartwheels?
That’s exactly what happens at Sleepy Poet Antique Mall in Charlotte, North Carolina – a wonderland where yesterday’s castoffs become tomorrow’s conversation pieces.
Let me tell you, this isn’t your grandmother’s dusty little antique shop (though she’d probably love it here too).
Sleepy Poet is the kind of place where time becomes a suggestion rather than a constraint…