Sunday, March 6, 2011
I didn’t mean to go to another flea market this weekend. Really, I didn’t. But I was meeting my friend Andrea Truglio at Tatti 28 for a late morning cappucino, and pretty much didn’t have any choice but to wade through the stands.
I always knew there was a Sunday mercatino here, under the 1930’s arches of Piazza Augusto Imperatore. But since buying knick knacks didn’t have much appeal, I never went. Little did I know it was kitsch central. I mean, how do you know you need a little ceramic stature of a pig, holding a basket of piglets in its mouth before you actually see one? Or a clothes brush with a German Shepherd’s head? Or a cherry red chicken and her family (on sale, no less)?
Not that it was all critters. There were tea cups galore, and the usual round up of plastic Eskimo and penguin plastic earrings.
Soffitto Sotto i Portici
Piazza Augusto Imperatore
First and third Sunday of the month.