La pulga. Like window shopping, only better! Or at least that’s how Anjelica put it this weekend after we hit up a couple of flea markets in Houston. It had been a while since we had done so, but this past Saturday the weather was actually cool enough to enjoy.
Part of the fun of going to the pulga is just finding odds and ends, trinkets, things that people have randomly concocted, and for me, the hustle and bustle of a bunch of families just strolling through the flea market having a good time.
This weekend was no different.
We saw. We smelled. We heard. We ate. And like a lot of the other pulga shoppers on any given Saturday or Sunday, we didn’t actually do a whole lot of shopping. Here’s some of what we saw:
