Nowhere else in San Francisco can the entrance chamber to a darkroom, a confessional door from a Catholic church, and a staggering mishmash of ancient televisions, forgotten radios, lamps, chairs, tables, and telephones be stacked from floor to ceiling in a cavernous warehouse space, each and every one of them available for purchase, if of origins forever unknown. Your living room will never be the same after a visit to Moving Sale, especially if it's too much IKEA and not enough idea. That's not to say that there isn't plenty of junk at Moving Sale. There is — which is why the treasures are so much sweeter when they're finally unearthed. Whatever you do, watch where you step: One false move and you'll crush something vintage underfoot, or send an avalanche of end tables on your head.