Until this weekend the only flea market that I had been to is the Brooklyn Flea. That market is characterized by girls in platform shoes and boys in plaid shirts, it's a hip fucking joint. The Cape Cod Flea market is not hip. It is not cool. It is not young. It is mostly full of junk and vendors who seem to have a hoarding problem brought on by several years of light meth addition. But fiiiine, I'll admit it, I bought a few things, and I love em'.
Much more after the jump!
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