The tents serve an important purpose. I’ve visited this flea market when a downpour struck like an angry Greek god. Even with my lighting-like reflexes and a switchblade umbrella, I was soon soaked from the knees down and sloshing about in sloppy shoes. Not so the vendors. With the practiced art of a well trained Indianapolis pit crew, the treasures were quickly protected, but still viewable by those buyers whose lives no longer mattered to them without the thrill of the hunt.
|Note some small red circles on the daggers? They cover Nazi symbols, which are illegal to show openly.|