To market, to market

Delphine and I decided to check out the market at Piata Aurora. Having been to numerous flea markets, but having heard stories of the fantastic Eastern European markets, I had no idea what to expect.

Imagine the world's biggest Frenchy's (for non Eastern Canadians, Frenchy's is a thrift shop where you can either find a leather Gucci Coat, last year's Banana Republic sweater or a dirty tshirt advertising the Diabetic fun-run from 1988). Table upon table upon table of sweaters and dresses and coats and jeans and everything else wearable. I bought a set of sheets for 200,000 lei ($8.00). I found a few H&M dresses but they were too small. I looked at the tshirts, hoping to find some old shirt with an archaic Romanian phrase on it. Unfortunately, most of the shifts were German. I did find a Backstreet Boys shirt as well as a fluorescent, so bright it hurts orange shirt with the silhouettes of the members of Status Quo outlined in black. It was so tacky I almost bought it.

There were probably good things to be found there but I didn't have the patience to look. There were probably 500 tables. It was huge! Mom and my aunts would have a field day there.

The rest of the market was boring. Aisles and aisles of shoes, trinkets, other trinkets and boring crap that you wouldn't buy at a dollar store. We left soon afterwards.