Close your eyes. Listen. Imagine. Picture yourself in a souk, a traditional bazaar in downtown Marrakech, with a maze of alleys and a host of vendors. That’s kind of the feeling you get when you venture into Dr. Flea’s Flea Market any weekend of the year.
Even if you hate shopping, you’ll find the experience eye-opening, if not downright fun.
Stalls are lined up like soldiers along narrow corridors. A perfume dealer (all clones) beckons beside a booth where a hundred different lamps hang from rickety-looking frames. There are stereo booths and DVD stalls, places to buy cell phone plans, and places to buy cell phones.
At one end is a sort of food court where you can choose from roti or oxtail soup. Outside (in season) is a massive produce market—fruits and vegetables you’ve never seen pile high beside a barbecue where three women roast corn.
Every hour on the hour, the in-house radio station advertises a new special.
You’re not at Target anymore, Dorothy.