Yesterday, we were walking around the Swap Meet. It was pleasantly hot, as long as you kept moving, and there was a fantastic assortment of crap. We tend to skip past the "fell off the back of a truck" stalls, because the "garage sale" type people are far more interesting.
At one point, Chris stopped me, and pointed out the best item ever. It was lying there, on a manky blanket, surrounded by small piles of sunbaked tchotchkes, being presided over by an uncomfortably hot looking woman:
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