Last weekend I went to a flea market here that is very big and very global. Everything was for sale and at one time I thought the only things I didn't see were jock straps and bras. But before the journey ended, even those things could be had at one of the tables. New stuff, used stuff, cars, scooters, food, purses, and more purses. DVD's , African artwork, rugs, blankets, bangles, baubles, beads, candles, incense, you name it. If it could be moved, transported or hauled, it was for sale. I almost bought a billfold for $10.00 but resisted. What I couldn't resist was the Apple Cinnamon bread. And nationalities! Every language, every ethnicity, every age, every kind of person. Just people watching was worth the $1.00 to get in. These are just two of the giant halls and walkways at the flea market. Hundreds of people, hundreds of vendors. Scores of various languages and ethnicities . My one disappointment was in not making a movie of this booth. The wings on these guys moved