FLEA MARKETS | Madrid | El Rastro

FLEA MARKETS | Madrid | El Rastro

El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain On a Sunday in Madrid, there's only one place to be. The El Rastro Flea market. Since the 15th century, the El Rastro neighborhood has been famous for the trade of second hand items. The market starts at 9, and by 11 the streets are teeming with people. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain I started at the Plaza General Vera del Rey. Vendors have their goods set up in the plaza on various surfaces, including the ground.   El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain   El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain I was very impressed by the neat and tidy organization of objects that were on blankets on the ground.   El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain I'm always amused by the objects that end up together unintentionally - like this nun figurine next to a box of Hollywood star trading cards. . . El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain . . . and the bright blue toy car that somehow landed with the rusted antique tools. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain Then there's always the oddball finds whose stories I would love to know. Baby Jesus - playing with his foot? El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain How did this 1902 photograph, of a little girl holding rabbits, from Bennington, Vermont find its way to Madrid? El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain I wonder how this engraved silver dish from Juanjo and Teresa's 1994 wedding ended up in the flea market. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain This scary brass cat holding shot glasses in its bow could only have come out of the home of an eccentric individual. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain A vendor demonstrated the benefits of the leather briefcase he was selling - judging by the pile, briefcases are his specialty. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain Another vendor sold only cameras. El Rastro_Madrid_Spain I was intrigued by this curved door. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain When I saw the other side I was even more curious about it.  The surface was pierced with shell fragments. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain I loved this painting leaning against a tree, but it didn't fit my current size and price requirements for flea market purchases, so I had to settle with a photo. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain The cobbled lanes leading off the plaza, are lined with more antique vendors, as well as jam-packed stores. El Rastro_Madrid_Spain El Rastro_Madrid_Spain   I discovered an easel set up in the back of one store, where the dealer retouches and restores old paintings. El Rastro_Madrid_Spain There's always "style moments" in flea markets, like these old books tied up with twine and piled in a heap. . . El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain . . . and these red velvet chairs standing at attention like soldiers. El Rastro flea market_Madrid_Spain The narrow streets became more and more crowded as the day progressed. El Rastro_Madrid_Spain I stopped at a café, with the quirky name La Cabra en el Tejado ("The Goat on the Roof"), for a crepe and a coffee. The perfect treat for a shopping break. La Cabra en el Tejado_Madrid A trio of horn players, who called themselves the "Sex Pistons," kept the masses entertained. Sex Pistons_El Rastro_Madrid_Spain A comic book vendor picked up his guitar and sang for me. El Rastro_Madrid_Spain I wondered what this group was examining in the street. El Rastro_Madrid_Spain A man had picked a ring out of a collection of odds and ends - plastic toys, stray electronic chargers, cheap watches, and random trinkets. Had he really found something of value in this assemblage? El Rastro_Madrid_Spain On another street, a woman dug for treasure in this intimidating pile. El Rastro_Madrid_Spain If you're like me, the time passes quickly.  Suddenly, the day is done, and the crowds disburse, carrying their flea market finds in hand. El rastro_madrid_Spain La Cabra en el Tejado Calle Santa Ana,13. Madrid http://lacabraeneltejado.com/