I’ve always been bad at flea markets; I can never seem to find those damn hidden gems! But, two years ago, my mom and I spent an afternoon at Paris’s Marche aux Puces de Saint-Ouen, the world’s biggest flea market, and I realized that it’s not about what you find; it’s about the experience of meandering through antique stands, flipping through 1950’s postcards, and eating a Nutella crepe at the end.
So, as a nod to that legendary market, I decided to spend the afternoon at the Brooklyn Flea, a two-year-old flea market here in Fort Greene…
