Not so long ago, when people could still wander about at random, I wandered through an antique/junk store in a warehouse in Griffintown. There was so much of everything that I started taking pics.
Is there someone in the city who might want to buy metal-clad wagon wheels? Presumably.
I thought the lamp should have a sign: Might Combust.
These are the kind of hot water radiators I had in the 80s and 90s. A method of heating, believe it or not. Hot water in cast-iron was expected to keep a room warm when it was -30C. It didn't.
The metal wasn't always embossed with floral motifs, though the rads were painted--mostly a variation of white or beige so that they weren't as visible against an apartment beige wall.
I remember the clunking sound when they started to warm up--or didn't.
If they didn't, you had to "bleed the rads" by opening the valve and releasing trapped water. Assuming it was water that came out and not hot steam.
There was a lot of hissing, spurts and spitting. Like inviting a dragon to snort.
But the problem in Dijon wasn't with the shower. I wanted to use the toilet in the hallway but it had overflowed onto the floor. I had come to Europe from Ontario. I had learned French at school I knew which verbs were conjugated with être. I did not have much plumbing vocabulary.
Remember volume dials and buttons that you push--push until they click into place?
Are you wondering if there were chairs?
There's such an excess of Stuff in this place that it's hard to focus on anything you might actually want.
Lots of this stuff will have been sold by now, but I'm guessing there will still be a few chairs, lamps, and golf clubs left, so if you want to put on your mask and go, the place is called Arte. http://arte-montreal.com/arte/
I'll bet the swan is gone though. Perfect pet for confinement.