It still has value. It might be copper instead. Or aluminum. Beaten and shaped into something useful. An everyday item or saved for when your friends come for dinner.
I ventured into a small Middle Eastern shop in a farmers market in Montreal. It was packed with things you’d expect in a market — oils, olives, couscous, sauces, teas, spices. You name it, it was there.
I spied ceramic serving dishes that screamed, “BRING ME HOME!” Sadly, I did not. I moved on and picked up a few things I needed.