I always love to find pieces of glass with stuff written on it, particularly if I can relate in some way to the words.
Three years ago I found a blue soda syphon, headless but none the worse for that, in a Brocante on the Narbonne road which I picked up for about €20-cheap because of its decapitation.

It now sits proudly (with a fully headed twin from Annecy) in the meat safe in Le Presbytere.

At the Brocante fair in Pezenas last week I was rootling around in a junk box in the back of a shop when I found an old bottle on which, though truly filthy, I thouight I could decipher the word Beziers.
The Brocanteur looked at its filth in revulsion and, keeping his hands behind his back, looked for €2 for it. (I could easily have got it for €1 I know but, aw shucks)

I took it home and washed it well and this is what emerged:

A half litre Primerose (Holyhock) beer bottle, who had managed to keep his head, and his cap, and , as a bonus, I found a lady sitting on the knee of the man in the moon.
I think it was worth the €2 .