Yesterday: We opted not to roam too far from home and ended up at Flea World (followed by slices at Anthony's - excellent pizza). Like most Florida flea markets, Sanford's is full of in your face kitsch, which in it's own dysfunctional way is kind of charming.
This time around we left with jalapeño stuffed olives, horseradish pickles, french burnt peanuts, green tomatoes and palm readings. According to Madam Kathrine's daughter (the locals will remember those commercials from when we were little) I have a lucrative business opportunity coming in October, I need to watch my blood pressure and a woman I know will deceive me... I'd love to go back for that Schwinn.
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