Giving the name of this blog, it probably doesn’t come as a surprise that I love flea markets. The best one in Brussels is on the Place du Jeu de Balle. Not that I would buy much but to walk over it on a sunny Sunday morning is one of the most relaxing things to do.
The very best is to run my fingers through the boxes with buttons – it’s like reaching into a treasure and selecting the most exquisite pieces – and of course watching people buying and selling stuff of an amazing ugly- and uselessness.
Vives les puces au marché!