Metro

Saturday morning, I went to the big flea market at the Piata Aurora. I wandered around and found an unopened bottle of Kenzo Flower for 35 euros. I was very tempted but I don't want to spend $50.00 on perfume, seeing as I only want it for the bottle. I put it down on the table when the man immediately told me I could have it for 25 euros. 25 euros, eh? I told him I'd think about it when he lowered the price to 20 euros.

I assumed it was either stolen or a repackaged fake, so I walked away. The man was screaming after me but I ignored him.

I walked up and down the aisles, but there was nothing interesting.

Apparently there's another, more secret market, where they sell brand name clothing at bargain prices. Everything is stolen, but I'd be interested in checking it out. Research, you know.

I also realised I wasn't too far from the Metro. The Metro is Timisoara's answer to the Price Club. Imported goods, electronics and bulk packages.

I found a hair straightener but it was the same one I found in every other store. My hair is so thick that I can only use a ceramic straightener.

I did buy some camembert and brie cheeses though. And some bulk mozzarella. And a bulk box of Dots (I should know better than that, but they served me well on Sunday). And some mangos! I didn't know you had to have a membership card, so I was sent back to get a temporary membership.

They wanted my passport number. Why do Romanians always ask for your passport? Do I look like I carry my passport with me in my purse? (Actually, I do carry a copy of it, but it's a photocopy and it's well-hidden in my wallet). They just need some form of identification with a number so I pull out my handy expired student card. Works everytime.