I go downtown so rarely, entire shopping centers are new to me today, though one large pit is still an unwanted archaeological find. Developers are plotting how to put a mega-something on the prehistoric village where our river used to be.
There must be sex. There must be public relations. Perhaps a diorama. (Low-tech, in keeping with the desired history museum effect.) Neptune, our city's god, could stride crowned and naked from the plaster surf toward a miniature of our ghost fishing village. Authentically topless (who could claim otherwise? this is prehistory, bub) fisherwomen of the period could gape at the trident god.