Thirty dollars doesn’t stretch very far these days.
Unless you’re wandering the treasure-filled aisles of Flea Traders Paradise in Sevierville, Tennessee, where Andrew Jackson and his two friends can transform you into a modern-day prospector striking gold.
The sprawling metal building sits unassumingly along the roadside, its bold red lettering announcing “FLEA MARKET” and “TRADERS PARADISE” with all the subtlety of a carnival barker who knows exactly what you need before you do.
Pull into the gravel parking lot and you’ll spot license plates from across the Southeast—Kentucky, North Carolina, Georgia—a silent testament to the magnetic pull this place exerts on bargain hunters and collectors alike…