Coronavirus has killed the kind of shopping I really like- which is exploratory- and best done in a cramped and crowded environment that makes social distancing unfeasible- where the aisles are narrow and you have to take care that your trailing garments don't knock fragile treasures off their perches. Will that kind of shopping ever come back? Probably, but not for a while yet- and many of the shops that used to draw me in- the antiques emporiums, the musty bookshops, the old curiosity shops run by cranky geezers with no-one to please but themselves- will have cashed up and drawn down the shutters for good and all.
I never liked out of town shopping malls- which is just as well because it looks as though the future of shopping they once represented is now the past. The company that owns Manchester's Trafford Centre- and several others- went bankrupt a week or two back. The Trafford Centre is weird- with stylings that suggest a cheaper version of the Las Vegas version of ancient Rome. It'll make a lovely ruin.