It's time to move out of Bastrop! I've had enough of this tiny town, middle-of-nowhere business. Besides, I have to be in a place at a time! So yesterday I boogied on up the short hop to Dallas.
On my list of places to go, one day after watching PBS or the travel channel or something, I wrote, "Texas flea market". That's it. Not which one, not which city. Just that.
Well, by sheer accident, my new RV space is adjoined to the facility that hosts the largest flea market in Texas, with 3000 permanent vendors and loads more transient ones, and drawing 70,000 people on an average Sunday. So yeah, wish granted!
It's pretty hard to capture the scale of this flea market in photographs, but if anything can, it's the stationary fair rides. I've never seen a flea market with those before.
I ran around grabbing a few odds and ends I'd been needing. You know what's great about living next to the flea market? If you buy a mattress, you get free in-home installation!
Before leaving on my trip, Mom and I would frequently watch a PBS show called Market Warriors, wherein antiques dealers attempt to get stuff fitting some theme from flea markets and score dollars at auction with their purchases. Each participant has their own style of haggling and negotiation, but one person in particular always asks a question I thought was very stupid: "so, what's your best price on this". But it always seems to work.
So, I though I'd try it. Worked pretty nicely! It's an easy way to start the conversation lower than the price the seller will sell rubes who just ask "how much is this", and you can negotiate down from there. So yay, PBS is educational!
You know how I can tell this guy's been peddling this trippy scooter for a long time? The woman tried to ride it and was very clumsy on it, because it looks quite tricky to ride. The seller says "no, no, let me show you how easy it becomes", and he hops on and zips around like a pro. Yeah, he's had lots of time to practice :) Y U heart haters?