Even though I had read this statement before attending the event, I was shocked at the size. Lining the tiered paths, the vendors rambled along a large portion of the park.
Unlike flea markets or antique fairs that I am used to visiting in the states, this had less of a professional feel. Each vendor seemed like individuals or families out selling their old stuff, as if it were one huge neighborhood garage sale. There was a lot of second-hand clothing, toys, and books for sale. I was a little disappointed that there wasn't more furniture and large items for sale. But, after realizing that — since cars were left in the parking lots — vendors had to lug their wares to their spot, I quickly forgave them.
There wasn't much rhyme of reason to who set up where, and Kevin and I simply wandered through the park until we were tired. There was no sense in trying to see everything.
Not surprisingly, I overspent my 20 Euro budget. How could I pass up the covered beer stein that said "prosit" (German for "cheers"), the glass bowls with orange polka dots, or the 2 Euro blue wrought iron wine rack?
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I love flea markets. I'd have overspent my budget too... in fact my house is full of stuff I bought at flea markets... one day, the rest of my family will order a huge skip and ditch the whole lot :-)
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