So, they have these little Flea Markets all over the city, and a few weeks ago they started having one in our neighborhood. Every Sunday, a bunch of vendors set up behind a school a few blocks away. So GF and I decided we'd go down there today and look at all the crap and get some lunch there while we we're at it. First, let's look at where we didn't eat lunch.
Not here either.
Nor here. Stop getting distracted; you've got to get to the Flea Market.
Finally, we got to the Flea Market. Where to start? Food!
Mmmm! These look good. But not what I'm looking for.
Yum! Those look great!
GF had one of these.
Mmmm-meat! That's what I'm talkin' about!
I had the skirt steak with cilantro salsa. Yay!
And it's fun to watch the little kiddies while eating lunch.
O.K. Let's look around and see what folks are selling. And remember; we're only looking. We came here for lunch, not to bring more stuff home.
Hey, I think I had these toys when I was little.
I totally had this one.
Cool looking Ice Box.
Anybody need a dress?
Wow! A high chair and a Saltines Box. Sorry, wrong brand.
How did anybody ever keep all their fingers before they started making the grill less open on these things?
I really got a kick out of the apparently Vintage Obama-rabillia!
And she slays me.
Hey! What's that? Wouldn't that fit great into that space we've been saving for a garden bench?
Me: How much are you asking?
Vendor Dude: $275.
Me: How about $225? Cash.
Vendor Dude: $250.
Me: How about $240 so I can feel like I won?
Vendor Dude: You win boss.
Look at me carrying it home.
And it provides a convenient resting place anywhere you happen to want a break!
How was your Sunday?