Porta Portese is Rome's Sunday flea market, in Travastere, something we did a decade ago, and again in 2019, but something I wanted to do yet again, to soothe my scavenging nature. Vicki did not want to do it...properly characterizing it as the world's longest line of crap. So it is...not a flea market any more but just a bunch of overstock, hot, or otherwise dubious stuff, no more than a couple of stands of items of collectible, aesthetic, literary, or historic interest. Or any other interest. Mostly knock-off clothes and discards. A kilometer long, at least, maybe a mile. Great people-watching, sort of. We didn't buy anything. We almost never do anyway. I think I'll now move it to the "once in a lifetime" category. Or maybe the "once in a lifetime is once too many" category. BTW, this was Easter Sunday morning, the high holy day, in Rome, the capital of Christendom; and the flea market was packed.
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| Table after table of stuff for 1€ or 2€; why bring clothes with you in a suitcase when you can buy it all here cheap and look like a native? |
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| Sic transit, Gloria |
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