When I have mentioned the flea market in previous posts, I may have created a mind’s eye impression of what it looks like. Trust me. It doesn’t look like what you may have pictured.
At the flea market in my area , I spend more time BENT OVER digging than I do standing up and leisurely walking around. The vendors are not too concerned with merchandising and organization.
This may not appeal to you. Is that an understatement? However, digging appeals to me. It is a search after all, right? There ARE treasures hidden there somewhere.
The search includes interesting sights at times, but I like that too. I love the fun of it all. Once my daughter saw a man, after purchasing a live goat, throw it in the trunk of his car. That makes me laugh.
And then there are things like this that are wonderful and exciting to find.
And on several occasions I went home with a case of these for my husband. Cold mango slices are wonderful on cereal in the morning.
I have to cut this short. It’s that time of the morning . These photos reminded me I need to get moving to see what is out there this weekend.