Luyuan

The auction lot.  The Red Barn.  The Jockey Lot.  Salins.  Gambetta.  The one on US1.  Panjiayuan.  That street leading from one temple to another in Bangkok.  And Luyuan.  These are some of the lovely flea markets I’ve had the pleasure of perusing over the years.  I don’t think I’m going to find the missing Renior or a priceless coin.  I like to look.

I can’t remember if I ever bought anything at the ones when I was a kid.  Any coins my sister and I had were always spent at the snack booth.

The Jockey Lot is like an immersion course in southern culture.

At Salins, we wandered, but the only thing I remember buying those Sundays were the roast chickens on the way home.  Mmmm, 20 roasting chickens with the juices dripping all over the potatoes along the bottom of the rack.  Nirvana.

At US1, I bought one of those blue glass insulators that used to connect power lines.  I put it on my window sill in Lexington and smiled when the sun shined through it.

I will visit Panjiayuan again at some point.  Where else am I going to buy my giant Happy Buddha?  Maybe along that street near Wat Pho.

And at Luyuan in Shenyang, I have purchased very few things, a lucky pig and a slingshot among them.  I go to wander, to look, to see, to wonder, to laugh.  We go and are stared at, talked about, asked questions of, wondered about, laughed at.  Come to think of it, I think they did that at the Jockey Lot too.

Enjoy the pictures from the ipod – a little grainy in the enlarged version, but enlightening just the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Treasure Hunting

It was one of those perfect travel days.  I spent a morning at the Panjiayuan Market in Beijing.  I thought I might find some pottery, beads, one of those puzzle locks.  I had no idea of the beautiful treasures I would see.  If you like wandering and flea markets, you’ll love this visit.  Take the bus or the metro to Panjiayuan at the south end of the Chaoyang District.  It opens at 8:30am, so you can wander all morning or all day.

I wandered to the amazing beats of Mat  Kearney and John  Mayer, and enjoyed every minute.  I’ve added a few of their songs in the links if you’d like to share my experience.

In the end, I only bought some tiny glass blown eggs and an embroidered strap, all because the older women sellers were too sweet and too cute to resist.

Turns out the treasure was found in the moments, the sights, the wander, not in things.