It's a holiday weekend here in the States, and my friends from New York, Mike and Patty, are here for a visit.  They come down often from the city to inject some of the  hectic sensory overload of the city  into the somewhat static mood of the country, a valued service to be sure.  

We went to this flea market only to find we had arrived late, only a few vendors were still active.  Most of the vender's wares were locked in small outbuildings surrounded by a myriad of paths lined with display tables.  Very little sense of organization, I would imagine even less if we were here with the devotees of bargains in a feeding frenzy.  I managed to find some tools at a remarkable discount which rationalized the decision of  less considered purchases.