You rarely see a shopkeeper in a top hat these days. Or a roadside lemonade stand on a glacial Sunday afternoon.

Had the top hat been made of felted beaver fur, it might have lent its owner an entrepreneurial air. But this topper was made of pink plastic and glitter and made its owner look like a circus performer. It was rammed onto the head of my five-year-old, who had set up shop under a naked plane tree. Her cardboard sign read: Leminhade $10.

“Shall we move the dot and make it $1.0?” I suggested. “The mining boom’s over, you know.”