Hungarian Flea Market
Had a bit of time to kill today, so we went to the Ecseri Flea Market on the outskirts of Budapest.
After a brief trolley ride and a not so brief bus ride we were unceremoniously discharged along the side of the road in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. We eventually got our bearings, found the market, and started rummaging through the piles of junk looking for anything interesting.
I suppose it’s pretty much like any flea market around the world, except with a more commie feel. Beth found some handmade lace doilies for which the woman was asking 1000 Huf (less than $5), and Beth offered her 1200. Does she know how to bargain or what? I was lucky enough to find a bronze plaque that translates roughly to ” But comrades! This is the work which is dressed in class warfare”.
Can’t wait to proudly display that gem when we get home!