scenes from the portland flea, which was a couple of weeks ago (or more, I can't remember). truth: I am used to the giant, junky fleamarkets of the south and when I moved here to portland, I kept looking for something like that. a place where I could dig and get my hands dirty, a place I could really sink my junking teeth into. I'll tell you, I haven't exactly found it (not yet, anyway) but portland flea has been the next best thing. portland flea sort of scratched that itch for me and people, I am thankful.
(I've got a little more about the pdx flea over at poppytalk, hop on over if you like)