My mother took me to the Aqueduct flea market when I was but a little stalwort lad. We walked the aisles of everything and anything believed to be resellable under the sun. At best, I was moderately amused by the men yelling "oooonnnnneee dalla one dalla one dalla Heeere" and the ice that I'd receive at the junk quests end if I behaved.
There was just something about the flea markets that I didn't like, because we went to all of them, the name "flea" always bothered me - nobody else shopped there that we knew - I'm not sure if it was a secret or not - but I never muttered a word about it.
I'm enjoying walking the aisles today - buying a few nick knacks and paddy wacks along the way. I've looked this up and learned that the biggest flea market is in Texas, no surprise there I suppose -- and there's one in Silicone Valley but these would likely take days and weeks to explore.
So, not looking for anything in particular, I'm browsing the smaller markets - the big one in Brunswick isn't worth the time in my opinion. With roughly 30 vendors, this Riverside flea market is just the right size - sweet older people peddling their wares with a joke and a smile - always engaging and with the spunk of youthfulness.
I don't want the "pot of gold - honey hole - diamond(s) in the rough - special edition - 1st edition - authentic " eBay reseller finds - for me, it's typically about shopping what brings me joy and, oddly enough, those are nostalgic items from my youth. A case of coming full circle I suppose, however they don't sell ices and I don't have to behave. read more