Today featured quite a huge second hand market in Gent. Though we didn’t end up buying anything, besides a CD in W.’s case, we spent about 2 hours looking at all the fabulous jumbles of junk covering an entire neighborhood in Gent. What I loved best were the juxtopositions of things, the lack of order and usefulness, the social function of the secondhand market (it doesn’t matter if you sell, it more the epxerience). It was what I imagined, but didn’t find, at the marche au puces in Paris, so I felt lucky to find this kind of ambiance in Gent.
Killerfemme 