There’s a place in Spring, Texas, where time doesn’t just stand still—it crashes into itself like a beautiful, chaotic collision of every era you can imagine.
The Antique Gallery of Houston is that place, and calling it merely “big” would be like calling the Grand Canyon “a decent hole.”
This is the kind of vintage emporium that makes you question whether you’ve accidentally walked into a parallel dimension where everything old becomes new again.
And by new, we mean incredibly cool and surprisingly affordable…