To call it a collection would have been a mistake. Rather, it was a ramshackle horde of odds and ends: unwanted objects both ancient and modern piled up with little thought for purpose or place. Some were hideous to look upon, while others were painted in bright and joyous hues. Yet all had that same faint sense of wrongness, of not quite belonging. Had they been floating at sea they might have been jetsam, but here, so far from the ocean, they could at best be called curiosities.