I love old stuff, things that have a story and are a little bit special. Luckily for me Berlin has a vast array of flee-markets and one is even in Friedrichshagen, just up the road from were I am staying.
So this morning, after a leisurely breakfast, I wandered down the Bölschestrasse filled with anticipation. Just behind the train-station a cluttered selection of stalls waited, their goods on display, hoping for a new home.
With itchy fingers and a smile I strolled around, lingering here and there, leafing through old books, picking up bits and bobs, chatting to stallholders. And of course a few rare items wandered into my bag.