When I showed up with forty dollars and an empty backseat I didn’t expect to leave with a vintage cast-iron skillet a candle that smells like magnolia and a bag of meat pies that did not survive the drive home.
And I still had change jingling in my pocket which does not happen anywhere else I have ever shopped.
The market takes over a parking lot on the south side of the mall and by sunset the string lights are on and the vendors are calling out…