FLEA MARKETS | Seville | Calle Feria

Every flea market has a personality.  Having shopped in flea markets all over the world, so you’d think they would all start to look the same to me.

In fact, many of the objects for sale are so clearly identifiable with their location.

Seville was no exception.

I took a side trip to Seville from Madrid, making sure to catch a train that would get me there early on a Thursday morning.

Every Thursday morning, the flea market takes over Calle Feria. It was my first stop in Seville.

This is a colorful market, with clues to the Spanish traditions of Seville.

There were some colorful characters, too. I love these faces.

 

The market sprawled into a square, its contents spread out on the ground, and on tables, aptly covered with red linens.

Flouncy flamenco dresses hung on racks.

Antiques were laid out next to, well, non-antiques.

I didn’t buy anything that day, but came away with a bounty of treasured photographs.

A shapely vintage fan . . .

Angels and saints lying still next to each other.

Vibrant lustreware bowls and pitchers . . . a feast for the eyes.

A collection of shapely, but tarnished, vessels grouped together.

An ancient painting, torn from its frame – the colors still glorious.

Antiquated books atop a dilapidated barber’s chair.  (Did the chair once belong to the “Barber of Seville?”)

And finally, the most charming find of the day – a tiny, baby-faced, bride and groom; the bride is still holding her bouquet.

The flea market was a perfect introduction to Seville – to its spirit, and colors, and traditions. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of the city.

Seville Flea Market
Calle Feria, Alameda Hercules
Thursdays, 7 am – 3 pm