I have a rule about flea markets. If the parking lot is full on a Tuesday morning, you go in.
No questions asked. Florida has plenty of places that call themselves flea market destinations, but every once in a while you find one that actually earns that title.
The kind of place where you arrive with a loose plan and leave three hours later with things you never knew you needed and a serious problem with your trunk space. Regulars come back every single week because the inventory never stops changing…