One of the benefits of this whole economic crisis is the rash of articles about discount shopping opportunities that have been appearing in the news. Today, on cnn.com, there is a link to an article about the world’s best flea markets.
The author of this article is a girl after my own heart: one who sees vacations and travel not as an opportunity to visit landmarks, but a chance to buy things you can’t get at home (at least not as cheaply).
I think, though, that the list unfairly combines two categories of market shoppery that are quite distinct. The first is the all-American flea market, which is essentially a garage sale/craft show/black market scenario, and the Turkish-style bazaar. Here are my personal favorites of each variety:
Canton, Texas. Located near my birth city of Tyler (I hesitate to call it my “hometown,” as I only lived there until I was three and managed to escape the piney woods accent), Canton is a flea market/fair the size of a small city. Seriously, you could walk around for days, and never see it all. It’s your classic American flea market, with everything from rusty implements that may or may not still function, to valuable antiques and crafts. I also like its community fairground feel, complete with corn dogs, funnel cake, and lemonade. I always leave Canton full of fried food with some new knick knack in my hand, feeling like I need to go look at some Norman Rockwell paintings or something.
Khan el-Khalili, Cairo, Egypt. Like Canton, Khan el-Khalili has a lot of greasy food, but instead of corn dogs and funnel cake, your choices include falafel or shawarma. They take bargaining to a new level most Americans have not experienced. All you need to know are a few basic Arabic phrases (which I can’t type here, but they translate to “how much?” and “no, thank you,”) and a little Egyptian bargaining etiquette (don’t ask about something you’re not really intending to buy, unless they ask you first). With a little experience, even an obvious tourist like myself can get some pretty sweet deals. The streets are overflowing with colorful rugs, lamps, clothing, hijabs, spices, and artwork. My best find there was a pair of red leather shoes with yellow and white painted details. Unfortunately, my grandma’s horrible dog ate them…but I paid the equivalent of less than four dollars for them, so at least it only hurt me in the sentimental pocketbook.
If you know of any other shopping meccas of either variety, here or abroad, please let me know…
love,
thriftstore brandwhore