It’s Sunday, and I’m off to the flea market in Shinagawa, Tokyo.
The flea market, where I have had such days of excitement at finding prize vintage specimens that I thought my head would blow off: other Sundays when I come back emptyhanded; and then others with just some old miniature bottle or other that nevertheless yields me pleasure.
I always love going there in case, and never feel less than brimming as I enter that space, with all the stalls and the endless possibilities………….
Over the years, despite some unbelievable bargains, I must have spent a fortune: I am extravagant by nature, and can barely hold back; but I do sometimes have brakes, just about; and a more fiscally conservative side of me can kick in occasionally when I just say NO.
But when you find an extraordinary bargain, but for whatever reason don’t buy it, the…
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