There's nothing like the great all-American flea market on a Saturday morning. It's a time when a lot of country characters (aka rednecks in some areas of the country) come out of the woods to sell anything from old benches to old wrenches. It's not what one would expect to see in Woodbury, Connecticut, the antique capital of New England, but it has been happening every week for more than twenty years.
All week Woodbury is full of New York designers shopping for antiques for their upscale Manhattan clients and dealers clamber to get their attention, to somehow get them to lay out thousands of dollars for a rare chair, lamp or mirror. But Saturdays are reserved for browsing and bartering among the field of vendors for an equally precious chair, lamp or mirror. Maybe it's not as grandiose or valuable, but it sure is a lot more fun.
All week Woodbury is full of New York designers shopping for antiques for their upscale Manhattan clients and dealers clamber to get their attention, to somehow get them to lay out thousands of dollars for a rare chair, lamp or mirror. But Saturdays are reserved for browsing and bartering among the field of vendors for an equally precious chair, lamp or mirror. Maybe it's not as grandiose or valuable, but it sure is a lot more fun.
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