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…
I liked this cozy coat.
Think how many little kids must have hugged these stuffed animals.
Stacks of wooden frames.
A pretty little corner.
Jewelry made from vintage typewriter keys.
The requisite creepy dolls.
A booth with Brooklyn-made stationery, totes and prints.
I stopped for a snack from Salvatore Bklyn: crusty French bread with homemade ricotta, arugula, sea salt and olive oil. (Then I went back for seconds.)
And as I was heading out, I lingered a few extra minutes to hear these two street musicians. Thank you for a lovely PARISIENNE afternoon, Brooklyn Flea!
(Photos by Joanna Goddard)
