The owner of this establishment opened the store after his lunch break. It was four o’ clock in the afternoon. He delicately placed a beautiful wooden horse right in the entrance. I thought the wooden toy was a wonderful and unusual way of attracting the attention of tourists. The shelves in the store were chock-full of old clocks, puppets, metal cars, and a whole range of other stuff, to the delight of children, collectors, and nostalgic shoppers. It was a magical place. When I left, the wooden rocking horse, humble as it was, looked to me like the original Trojan horse.