Earlier I stumbled upon a taste of Americana while traveling through Florida, something uniquely American, the flea market. What is a “flea market” you ask? Good question. All throughout the the US in wharehouses, fields, parking lots, and purpose built buildings where on most weekends vendors gather en masse to offer both the casual and professional bargain hunter a central location with which to find everything from tube socks to socket sets to jewelry to groceries and literally everything in between. They are also known as swap meets. The problem is you often find items you may want, but were not looking for at the time.
This particular flea market is comprised of 600 vendors offering their wares in a building that wraps around to form a hollow square with limited climate controls and everything else from food stands to musicians playing at the corner bar. Yes, there is even a bar to help you whet your whistle after what could be several hours’ worth of bargain hunting. It’s sort of like a Wal-Mart sans greeter just without the big box feel.
And probably the next question you may be asking yourself, “What did he buy?”. Nothing, given that I have another 1,300 miles on this trip, and the last thing I need is some collectibles or consumables to cart around. It was a difficult decision of course!