I still think about when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, fire breathers, acrobats — and always clowns. Looking at the vintage trunk (go directly to Gratisafhalen) feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for the show to begin. Chests aren’t just places to keep things. They’re pieces of history. Before cheap mass storage appeared, trunks were the way people travelled.

Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering. When I first laid eyes on the circus clown trunk, I stopped in my tracks. The red-nosed clown staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a piece of a lost world — a carnival gone by.