Category: STORIES
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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.
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FLEA MARKETS | London | Portobello Road
For me, there is no better way to spend a London Saturday than Portobello Road market. Portobello Road is a Victorian street in the Notting Hill district of London. The market began as a fruit and vegetable market in the 19th century, and antique dealers started setting up stalls in the 1930’s. (There are still…
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FLEA MARKETS | Milan | Mercatone dell’Antiquariato
All year round, on the last Sunday of each month, the Mercatone dell’Antiquariato is held along the Navigli Canal in Milan. This is one of my favorite flea markets in Europe, and I have found some of my best treasures here. It was here that I first discovered these stunning mid-century West German porcelain vases….
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FLEA MARKETS | Budapest | Petőfi Csarnok
If there’s a flea market in a city, I’m there. On Saturdays in Budapest, the Petőfi Csarnok in City Park fills up with vendors selling everything from bric a brac to shampoo, with some antiques thrown into the mix. It’s a colorful mix of merchandise…and characters.
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FLEA MARKETS | Barcelona | Els Encants Vells
I’ve been to a lot of flea markets, and they’re all pretty similar: tables under tents lined up in straight rows, or stalls bordering narrow lanes. The flea market in Barcelona is nothing like that…this flea market is crazy.
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FLEA MARKETS | Reykjavik | Kolaportið
I’ve been to some funky flea markets, and this one is no exception. Housed in a large warehouse building on the harbor, the Kolaportið Flea Market offers an eclectic mix of antiques, those famous sweaters, fur, potatoes, and dried fish. Held every Saturday and Sunday from 11:00 to 5:00, you’ll find stacks of old books,…
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Reykjavik | Will the Heart [Park] Beat Go On?
There’s a square in the middle of Reykjavik with a beating heart that’s fighting for its life. The park is called Hjartagarðurinn, literally translated as “Heart Garden,” and fondly known as “Heart Park.” These photographs were taken last summer, when the park was in all its glory. A community of artists brought people together to…
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Iceland | Mystical, Magical Blue Lagoon
Amidst the vast scorched volcanic landscape of Iceland is an extraordinary pearly blue pool. It was 10:00 in the morning (still dark in Iceland at this time of year) when we drove through a lava field in Grindavik, southwestern Iceland, and approached the billowing geothermal plant that is responsible for heating the thermal waters of…
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The World in a Little Blue Book
My passport is full. Each of the stamps on those little blue pages represents an encounter, an adventure, an education, an accomplishment, a story. I had to go to the passport office to have new pages inserted, and as I sat there waiting, I flipped through, and remembered. These are some of my favorite photos…
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One Day in Uruguay
On a rainy morning in Buenos Aires, I hopped a ship. To Uruguay. For a day. The “rapido buquebus” got me across the Rio de la Plata to Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay in just under an hour. I emerged from the ferry station and hailed a taxi to go to my hotel, on the outskirts…