When I was little, Mummy and Daddy Warren always wanted to visit antique shops. My big sister and I would groan as we were pulled into yet another shop cluttered with higgledy piggledy chairs and chipped chandeliers.
I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, somehow, I got it. Even though I rarely buy anything, I could admire rustic knick knacks and flick through old photographs of strangers for hours.
Today Ryan and I went to the perfect place for this aimless browsing: The Brooklyn Flea. The massive market is held every Saturday from April until November on the running track of a high school in Fort Greene, Brooklyn.
There’s a ton of stuff to see and buy: Furniture, old gadgets, signs, jewellery, paintings, clothes and plastic toys from the 80s that I’d entirely forgotten I’d once owned. There are also a few food stands: Juices, ice pops, hot dogs.
Ryan and I grabbed watermelon and mango juices and had a wander.