More designer pocketbooks than you can shake a stick at.
This morning, a trip to a flea market north of town. When we all emerged from the subway, we had to push our way through scores of Algerians (I think) all holding Calvin Klein pocketbooks (do you think they were genuine?) and belts that had golden "DK" on them - they were thrusting them in our faces with great enthusiasm. How many DK belts can be sold in one location?
My favorite stall was selling scary old masks, gilded and befeathered, armor and vaguely sado-masochistic prints, and costumes in dark, rich colors, all lit from beneath. I wanted to take a picture for you but the owner said, "No photographs - copyright! Copyright!"
I bought five ancient pieces of sheet music, including one called "Je Suis Swing." I can't wait to try these out on Mappamundi.
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