Flea Market: Eglinton and Warden

“Flea market“. It sounded so interesting and exotic when I first heard the phrase. Someone was showing me a chunky, all wooden butterfly corkscrew they had picked up at a flea market in Paris.
So I am still drawn to flea markets, even though most of them around here are just big dollar stores. Lots of colourful junk, cheapo electronics, kitschy art and polyester fabrics. Still, it wasn’t ALL predictable.

A kid was getting his head shaved at a makeshift barber stall and there were quite a few places selling Caribbean fast food. The pet section drew the biggest crowds, me and George included. The African Grey parrot was so well behaved, he was allowed to sit on top of his cage instead of inside it. So intelligent. You can see it in his face, can’t you?
The piranha fish were darting around too fast for a sharp shot. Goldfish next door looked nervous, even though they were in their own tank. Turtles splashed away, a few tanks down the row.
My impression? Mostly not worth visiting. I wish that there were stalls selling old, used stuff. It’s all new schlock I wouldn’t waste my money on. Lots of people feel differently though. There were plenty of shoppers and they represented much of the world.