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The market at St. Giles.

Several flea markets were located within easy walking distance from our apartment so of course we (that's 'we' as in 'Denise') had to have a look. OK. I admit that once we were there I enjoyed having a good look around too!

Their offerings, as you might expect, ranged from what could be described as 'intriguing' to, well, let's face it - junk ...scrap ...would somebody actually pay for this? But there was something of interest to be found in each one and it's a very good thing we had to keep in mind that we were flying home and so were very restricted in what we could even consider buying (we bought nothing).

We saw things that antique stores back home would have been happy to have and to offer at ridiculous prices. Sadly, the antique ivory would have required a special permit to bring back to Canada.

We did discover an indoor market, as you will see further down the page, but it was more 'craft' than 'flea'.

Despite my initial skepticism, I could understand someone spending many happy hours exploring these markets on a regular basis. It would certainly be an interesting and relaxing way to spend a morning or afternoon.

But I hate to think what our home would look like if we had flea markets like this in Ottawa...