During my recent trip to New York City, I decided to try out some of my favourite kind of shopping: thrifting/antiquing/flea marketing. Well, after being referred to what is apparently the best flea market in Manhattan, I realized that we may have different definitions of what a flea market actually is.
My favourite flea markets are those endless warehouses with so many booths you get lost in them, looking at people’s treasures from generations past. Hell’s Kitchen held New York’s version of this, with a few tables lined up on this West Side side street, full of pretty modern junk no one wanted. Don’t get me wrong, many Southern flea markets have booths like that as well, but at least there is more to it. More to me = variety.
The one very unique component and my favourite part of this particular adventure was the fur. If you needed fur of any kind (which is everyone in a NY winter) – coats, gloves, hats, or pelts – this was the place to go for the best deal of your life.
Needless to say, if you are expecting an extensive antique experience in Hell’s Kitchen Saturday market, you will not get it. However, the community and wares were completely fascinating and a wonderful exposure to a different definition of flea market.