New York City

There is nothing predictable about Manhattan, every block and turn brings forth a new experience, sometimes when I think I have seen everything, the city surprises me. This weekend when walking down 25th street I ran into a flee market, and decided to take a look around. Usually I cringe to the thought of super used junk but, when you look past the grime, and the occasional stumbling homeless drunk person what you find is actually pretty spectacular.

I could not imagine anyone wanting to buy these used rusty scissors but hey you know what they say, one mans trash is another mans treasure.