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Fleamarket Art

The teeming masses at the Wagon Wheel.

Anything and everything is at the flea market. Underwear, parakeets, restaurant booths, you name it. I bought a new billfold for 12 dollars and a flat of strawberries for $7.00.







I'm not sure what you call these things. Art? Hmmm, no, I hope not. These are delightfully kitschy creations that I would have a hard time placing in my digs. Not sure how one displays these in a tasteful fashion.



There is even an area to rest your feet and have a bite to eat and dance.

We went back to the Wagon Wheel flea market last Saturday and one must truly experience this city wide huuuuuuuuuuuge mult-building flea market with hundreds of vendors and thousands of shoppers. Everything imaginable is for sale: new, used, treasures, junk and some are even alive, like birds. I know the Barton's from Burgess have attended one of these but you can't imagine the enormity of the place and the endless variety of merchandise. It is part garage sale, part county fair, and quite bizarre.




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