The Flea Market started at noon. No early birds in Soho. They take their time. Probably go to church. Anyhow, this year we had 60 stalls to browse through. We were happy to learn that pugs can fly, diamonds are for monkey skulls, meringues come in many colours and gelato queues can become reality on Dean Street too. We smiled at filmmakers, fashion and jewellery designers. Listened to indie raw concerts by the construction site (honestly, they were building some skyscraper behind the stage).
To be continued next year.
Domino thought: Construction Site, now that’s a good name for a band. I bet it’s already taken.