at the flea

I don't really hit the flea markets in NYC much anymore so I was happy to stumble upon rows of vendors on Lincoln Road this past Sunday morning.

I loved the booths full of vintage jewelry, posters, furniture, fashion, footwear, bags and more.

Even though the browsing took place in high heat, it all looked too good to pass by without taking a peek.

Here, it was not the items in the stall but the seller's own white eyelet blouse that the shopper inquired about.

"You know, it is one of those things from Paris," the vendor shared in a strong French accent. " You know, one of those things from one of those boutiques you always go to..."

And the negotiations began!