The Marché aux Puces at Saint-Ouen, an inch or two outside the city limits of Paris, is said to be the greatest flea market in the world. It is a museum of antiques, a P.T. Barnum sideshow, a life size dollhouse, a fever dream. This is a salute to the dealers of Saint-Ouen, who have created this stream-of-consciousness dream world in search of commerce but in search of poetry too. These photographs of this dream world somehow tell me things that I had an inkling of and that I hope to someday almost know.
Paris Flea Market
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