Yesterday, I spent the morning at the Rose Bowl Flea Market, “one of the most famous markets in the world” (as stated on their website). It’s a very large space with some interesting characters (clowns walking on stilts) and vendors selling everything from furniture, accessories, art, decor, and antiques.
The idea of going to a flea market is always exciting but then I get there and reality sets in. There are (at least) two reasons that I’m not well suited to enjoy flea markets. First, I’m a bit of a germaphobe. For example, you couldn’t pay me to touch one thing in this pile:
And second, I don’t like to haggle. If I want it, tell me how much it is and I’ll decide if I want to pay for it. I’m a dream to a flea market vendor (is there a specific name for that?). When we travel to countries where it’s expected that you haggle, I absolutely hate it. I usually get over and do my best…meaning I just give in and pay the second quoted price to make it seem like I haggled.
Anyway, I enjoyed myself and would gladly go back in the future. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in the market for anything right now so didn’t pull the trigger on anything but hibiscus tea.
Vendors ranged from the extra weird:
To the pretty and colorful:
And great pieces of furniture and interior decor:
Lastly, I have a tendency to go to “events” such as flea markets, sporting events, concerts, etc. simply to eat. I LOVE street food in all its variation. So instead of spending time shopping yesterday, I made my way to the overpriced breakfast burrito carts, the super-overpriced frozen lemonade stand, and a few other vendors. This can’t be good for my goal to look like this woman…