[The antique store, which was previously (and quietly) owned and run by a very pale man with refined tastes, is very obviously under new management. The sign on the exterior now proclaims:
Antiguedades y Botanica, but that isn't where the change ends. The clientele isn't the occasional estate lawyer and dedicated collector. Daily, new cars drive through to Repose to visit the store on the far end of town. These cars range from the most expensive models to nearly non-functioning vehicles. The people who enter the shop have varying shades of dark skin and speak with heavy accents. They come with families, and some arrive weeping, while others arrive wringing their hands and with hope in their eyes. They don't purchase furniture or tschotskes. Some come out with small religious statues held close to their chests, but most exit with paper bags clutched tightly in a hand. While their parents are inside, children run in the street and play on the grass. They are loud people, and they bring tributes of food that carry exotic scents on the summer breeze.]