Crikey, you have led exotic lives, haven't you? The closest I came to a gun person on travels was when I was on Corfu with a bunch of girlfriends and our route home was of the "scenic" variety. Took us through a mountain village, with donkeys on the road and so on - and as the roads got narrower and narrower, we passed two men sitting on their doorstep, one with a gun slung casually over his knees!! Bit of an "eek" moment; but it was a shot gun and he "cracked" it in half to show us he was safe. Then we got to a point in the village where the roads were donkey-width only, and had to go back! Couldn't turn around, backed down the road the whole way and out of the turning on to a very tricky mountain road - if we'd backed too far, we'd have gone over the edge. My friend driving is normally very cool and collected but with 3 squawking girls in the back seat (not me, I was co-pilot) she lost the plot a little bit and told them all to get out while she did the manouevre. 
I loved Neal's Yard back in the 80s. It's not quite so cool now, IMO (or perhaps I mean it's a more hip version of cool, not so much my thing) - but back then it had the Apothecary, the cheese shop, a lovely deli where I used to buy my lunch whose name eludes me, our shop, and a very odd little cafe that did lots of things with beans.
I've been there since, and the cheese shop is back but on the main street now (not Neal Street, the other one) - my shop is gone :( - and there are a lot of complementary and alternative practice rooms. The apothecary was my favourite- you'd go in and there were all these glass jars, like an old-fashioned sweetshop, but containing herbs and things - fabulous!