What I saw when we entered made me almost back right out, I suddenly felt like Agent Starling about to discover something unsavory from Hannibal Lecter’s past. The ceiling was low and lit from a single bare bulb which cast a pool of light on a meandering path that wound through piles - yes, literally undulating hills - of old tv sets. And our guide obviously knew each and every treasured one. An old radio tuned to a classical station played in the background of this surreal adventure as we examined and rejected and ultimately settled on a couple of 70’s vintage sets. With any luck, we’ll be able to return them soon to their subterranean home.