In the sprawling concrete expanse of the Veterans Stadium parking lot in Long Beach, a monthly miracle unfolds that transforms ordinary Sunday mornings into extraordinary adventures in discovery.
The Long Beach Antique Market isn’t just a flea market—it’s a sprawling wonderland where the discerning, the curious, and the bargain-obsessed converge in a glorious celebration of the previously owned.
Some people have their Sunday rituals involving brunches or newspaper reading—but for a devoted subset of Californians, the third Sunday of each month is sacred for entirely different reasons.
They set alarms that would make roosters seem lazy, prepare thermoses of industrial-strength coffee, and plot their attack strategies with military precision…