Honey,Let’s be clear about óne thing: we are not going to visit flea markets while we are in New York City! You have probably heard of the transformation of school yards and baseball courts into true marketplaces, all over the US. Supposedly, there is one such flea market a few blocks away from New York’s Central Park, close to where we have booked a hotel. Just forget about it, we’ll definitely skip that excursion.
Let’s be realistic. Why do New Yorkers visit flea markets? Anything you can imagine is available in big box stores that are opened twenty-four hours a day. Still, people trade the convenience of super malls for hours of searching through partly second-hand rubbish, and possibly end up with nothing. Sometimes they don’t even know what they are looking for; they enjoy themselves as long as they may search for an indefinite object. They become excited at the thought of browsing through stalls with books that have a lousy smell, sifting through bins of buttons and looking through piles of sweaters that no one really wants to wear. I consider it a neurotic, compulsive disease to visit flea markets voluntarily and bring home useless souvenirs. Useless souvenirs, for which one pays money, on top of it all.
Now don’t get all upset, but let’s face it. You - as a fervent flea market visitor - may realize that often the object brought home from flea markets is a whim. Once your acquisition is taken out of its original setting – the vibrant, enthralling flea market – it looses its charm. If the main joy of visiting flea markets is the search itself, let me point out to you the following: I can not relate to this feeling, because shopping without a clear goal seems illogical to me. So, since we are going on this trip together, this time I am very firm in my decision: we shall not waste any precious time in New York visiting flea markets or the like.
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