The "old booksellers" are becoming fewer and fewer in Budapest; the old big companies, which could still compete with the antiquarians of Leipzig, Munich, Frankfurt and Vienna, have either closed their shops or retreated to the narrow streets of the Inner City and Lipótváros, where they only sell sleepy books to the housekeepers, or old French grammars to the housekeepers' daughters who dream of going to the cinema. In fact, the first real antiquarian of the old Pest has now "sunk" so much that it only sells new books, which it receives on consignment from the publishers, and new works by novice writers and poets - at antiquarian prices.