One flea market looks pretty much the same as another, don't you think?
Wandering aimlessly around the Saturday market at
Rathaus Schoeneberg (where JFK gave his famous "
Ich bin ein Berliner" speech)
I did wonder what the point was - there's not room in the luggage to bring anything back, and I'm not a collector of anything in particular....
Still, it was fun to see the crazy stuff on offer -
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| Masses of crockery |
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| African sculpture |
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| Old telephones |
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| Thermometers! |
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| Old linens, handwoven |
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| Books, books, books - usually 1 euro per book, often 6 for 5 euros |
Look long enough, and you'll find just about anything ...
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| Are you sitting comfortably? |
Heading off to the
Bode Museum, what to our wondering eyes should appear but another flea market -
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| Yet more "stuff" |
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| A bit of on-the-spot tailoring ("it's what sells...") |
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| Posts holding the ubiquitous pipes have been adorned with quotes |
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| "When I feel off colour, instead of going to the pharmacist, I go to a bookstore" |
At this one, I hit it lucky and found "silver" teaspoons to match my
WMF pattern, collected for me in the 1960s by a generous aunt ... a bundle of six goes for 10 euros now.
Coming out the museum, we found a hurdy-gurdy player, singing in Old German. A tonic.
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