Old Sacramento under a churning sky.
Old Sacramento, with its wide boulevards and brightly painted buildings. Old Sacramento, that surreal place where the old and the new clash together. Remnant of the past; hanging on with pride and security. This is the past remembered with the blessings of the civic fathers. This is a vision of the past they want you to remember: clean and fresh like the lines of the uniformly square buildings; not the rough and tumble nature of a mining town, groaning with the weight of prospectors and vagrants and Bandidos; not the town that was washed way, built over, and washed away again; not the poor health and the deadly sickness. This is the past rinsed, cleaned, and sanitised.
Much like the antique store. It is situated on a corner so it gets frontage on two streets. The building is made of wood and look authentic enough. The window has paintwork and detailing that fits the period, emblazoned with the name The Old Curiosity Shop. Very authentic. And probably too Dickensian for the Wild West. The items on display are, likewise, hard to place: plenty of saddlery which competes with Art Deco objects and a set of candelabra right out of the Gilded Age.
Then there is the disc. Now that is the real talking point. A disc about the size and dimensions of a throwing discus made out of a reflective and highly polished stone. One might think of jade, initially, until it strikes you that such a precious mineral would not be on display in an antique store's window. And the surface of the object is covered in etchings: too regular to be scratches, yet too chaotic to be language or a drawing.
The oddity has given pause to at least one tourist who is drawn to venture inside the shop.