I can't go too long without hitting up a flea market,
especially one that's in a cool spot.
Headed over the swanky new span of the Bay Bridge on Sunday
(almost missing the sneaky left-side exit to Treasure Island).
Been driving over (through?) Treasure Island for decades
to-ing and fro-ing between San Francisco and the east bay,
often saying "one of these days I'm going to check out that island."
It took a flea market to get me there.
I was a little confused to be greeted by a Naval Station....
...but followed the line of cars to a delightful set-up.
The flea market is situated in and around a wonderfully curved
deco-influenced (decommissioned) building,
spilling out to a winery in the back.
Stalls are filled with the usual
and unusual.
And a priceless cast of characters.
(Charlie Frank makes a mean coconut/rum sweet potato pie).
But the find of the day?
But the find of the day?
Traveling bar cart! Now we're talking.
Pets are welcome (even your hairless Sphynxes).
Storied murals line the interior.
Vintage '80s Halston dress a la Krystle Carrington.
Mural detail.
What's a flea market without a little live entertainment.
Clever traveling showrooms.
Floral paintings always make me think of my pal Cuffy.
Local artisans mix in.
Spectacular January day on the bay.
Trendy food trucks.
Not sure what this was, but it was huge and fried, topped with a fried egg
(nice of him to let me photograph it)
Settled on wood-fired pizza, beer, and a view for lunch.
Not a bad view from the restroom.
When you're tired of looking at tchotchkes you only
need to turn and look the other way.
Found a vintage metal sign for my kitchen,
with the help of a Bloody Mary.
Driving around the island, spotted these shady characters,
and "Bliss Dance"
who I immediately fell in love with
(I have such admiration for sculptors).
The Treasure Island Flea Market is open the last weekend of
every month. It's fun way to spend the day, easy to get to,
and all in all a special little spot.
TreasureIslandFlea.com
