This afternoon I went to a little closed flea market in the town near the one in which I live.
It was amazing. Hundreds and hundreds of precious, extravagant, eccentric objects, playthings (we say "ninnoli", I love this little word), books, comics, VHS, clothes, paintings, furniture, cupboards, mirrors...
It was fantastic to be lost among all of that beauty. Like having found a splendid, sparkling treasure.
Unfortunately I couldn't buy anything because I stayed there short, but I wanted to buy everything that caused me emotions, something useless and unusual, but unique and mine.
Next time I'll mooch ("sgraffignare") a jewel case.
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