Sundays at 22 Water Street
It’s taken me years to make it to the Brooklyn Flea market, and we really couldn’t have chosen a nicer Autumn day for it. The golden sun over the bridge really brought out the hues in all the Native American blankets, fresh baked macaroons and taxidermy that abounded.
I had very little cash on me, which was probably a good thing for my finances, because I could have surely found lots of vintage items for myself and Jim. For the five I had in my pocket I did walk away with a great girl soul pop CD compiled by einsteinorockafeller@gmail. On another trip I’d be sure to bring more money and an appetite – the chocolates, baked goods, and lobster rolls all looked delicious.
The market takes place every weekend, Sunday in Dumbo, Saturday in Fort Greene, but make sure that if you are driving or taking a long train ride that you’ve looked up the correct Brooklyn Flea market. We ended up initially driving to a lonely lot in Park Slope with not much more than incense burners being hocked on the asphalt.