Day 177: Les Puces in Pictures

Paris, Day 6. I spent this morning at the city's most famous and most massive flea market, Les Puces de Saint-Ouen, known to most simply as Les Puces (The Fleas).

To get there, go to the end of Metro line 4, Porte de Clignacourt, and wade through stall after stall of young African men hawking cheesy sweatshirts, shiny denim and pirated rap CDs. Beyond all the crap is the buried treasure: miles and miles of delicious (and ridiculously overpriced) antiques.

Once again, I was yelled at for taking pictures, but I was nimble and unrepentant.