Today we made our first visit to the flea market. Judging by how many times we've gone in recent years, it could be our last visit, as well. It''s not that there's anything wrong with the place - other than the usual - the crowds, the heat, people with junkier stuff than even me - it's just that we don't get there as often as we used to.
Much of the fault for that - probably all of the fault for that - is on me. For me, going to the flea market is a lot like going on vacation. It's not about the place, it's about the people you're with. The fun is in sharing the experience with people you love.
Going there without the whole family - or most of it, anyway- is kind of depressing. But we went anyway. And since it was my idea, I have no one to blame but myself...
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