Satruday I hopped a bus to the Esceri Flea market, about 45 minutes
out of town. It was great. One of those real, 'this is the crap my
family has owned for centuries' type of place, where magnificent
things share space with the mundane. Old men and wonen who don't
trust you unless you bargain. I Iive for this stuff.
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