The legendary flea market at 26th/6th street is almost gone...they built high rises in the little lots that used to be for the flea market. Too much to expect that they would have left them empty for all the junk-hounds. But the Garage remains as before, a funky, chilly concrete parking shelter with many of the old vendors jammed in side by side. On a bad weather day like this, it's fine to be indoors, but in the summer, it was so much better out in the sun. Maybe by June, a new lot will be designated for the flea somewhere. Honestly, I try not to go in anymore because I don't need to be tempted, but it is a favorite outing for the 3 of us. I can always use another button or snapshot. Bonus prize: Erin and Maggie were in the city and joined us. We did have a good time -- indoors and out.
Inside the garage, there was the usual -- buttons, vintage sparkle, millinery, textiles, snapshots, paper, beautiful vintage clothes. A mix of friendly and cranky dealers and shoppers. Like the deli on the street, it's an authentic NY experience. We always find something -- but only one dealer was reasonable AND nice-- we bought the most from him. My best find of the day was rockstar street parking for my truck.
Everyone has gone home now (5 trips across the Triboro Bridge). Wonderful to see what a little laughter, friendship, and adventure accomplishes even in dreary winter skies. No doubt about it-- this was way better than sunshine.