Story starters from junk hauls

Here's a good one: a small 1920s ceramic, sea-bathing-costumed lady, forever captured in an oval glass enclosure on a porcelain stand. The name of the seaside resort she had been a souvenir from had almost disappeared, just an F left, and, as the old man selling her had remarked - all the surrounding fluid long gone, just a scattering of dusty sand and shell left.
I bought her at this morning's 'Vide grenier' (car boot sale) trawl, for a euro - the price of a baguette.