As this place proves, beauty really is in the eyes of the beholder. We went to the Ij-hallen flea market in Amsterdam North last weekend to see if we can strike it rich and find a hidden masterpiece. Unfortunately, no one showed me the Monet.
The largest flea market in the country is rarely open during winter, maybe one weekend a month, so it wasn’t surprising the place was still hopping even late in the afternoon last Sunday. I’m still at a loss, though, to explain why people would throw away money on the kinds of stuff we saw over there. With some fairly brisk meandering, we made it through all the stalls in about an hour, and apart from the miniature car models, I didn’t even touch anything. We did end up with an old-fashioned rotary phone which my partner liked well enough – even though it doesn’t seem to work – and planned to put it on his desk as a 10 Euro paperweight.
Looks like I still have a lot of work to do.