FLEA MARKETS--

I think of flea markets as a red-neck form of beach combing.

Participants come in every form, and manner of dress.  And, no matter which way you meander through such venues there is always the chance something you simply cannot live without lurks around the next corner; or so they say.

There are two of these extravaganzas near here; one in Melbourne and the other in Stuart.  We did them with good friends Dick and Dee Weeks on back to back days recently.

I’m not sure when I will completely recover.

By far the larger of the two is the B & A Flea Market in Stuart which bills itself as the “Treasure Coast’s oldest and largest.”

It’s the kind of place you need to take careful note of where you park your car, and you can see the entire place in about three or four hours—if you use a nuclear powered skate board.

A very popular product in both venues was cell phone cases.  They had thousands of them; mountains of them.  Four bucks for your choice.  I saw enough of them for everyone in the US to have one—for each day of the week.

The Stuart location redeemed itself with a very spiffy nautical shop.  A bit pricey but loads of very nice products oozing the ambiance of the sea.

I wound up with the purchase of a shark-tooth necklace on a piece of rawhide.

Gives me the urge to find a beach where I can kick sand in some bully’s face.

Well; that might be a slight exaggeration.

  
That’s my lady Sue Brooks in the top photo pondering her soon-to-be next treasure in Stuart.  In the lower photo, Dick and Dee Weeks prepare to launch their Melbourne shopping adventure.