Treasure?

A quick blip on my way to the fish van after French Lit class. I'm glad to see the back of Proust. I found him miserable, pretentious and bitchy. (I know that I shouldn't use such a term but I'm at a loss for another word to describe it. Though maybe it is OK to use it in the context of a male and not in the stereotypical way?)

This is the window of the village antique shop - one person's junk is another's treasure perhaps. If you think the window is cluttered, try to fight your way round the shop!