Porta Portese was erected in 1644 as part of the Janiculum walls for protection of the right bank of the river Tiber.
On Sundays from 9 -14 it turns into a ginormous flea market.
Porta Portese Flea Market is the biggest of its kind in Rome. However, don’t be disappointed if you don’t come across the usual vintage goodies. You will find mountains and mountains of clothes and only a few odd stalls in between.
And what kinda market this would be without some Klimt or Van Gogh kitsch. Remember?
After the party …
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My brother had a stand at the Flea market, Porte de Vanves, South of Paris. He dealt in old, country/peasant furniture. Sturdy tables and chairs to last 3 centuries. He did have a couple of Kitsch things from time to time… 😉
I’m sure we could talk for days about taste 🙂
Absolutely. The stuff you see in a windowshop sometimes. They must sell it.
Thank you
looked like a lot of fun wish I could have seen it live 🤣😎🙃
You always pick out the best kitschy and creepy items at these flea markets for photos 😎 Those poor mannequins with missing feet and the grubby-faced hat models.
Well, thank you, Sir! Due to common interest, there will be another post next week 🙂
Quite a diverse collection her Jeanine. The vintage religious photos remind me of some my grandmother had in her home for years.
Amazing actually … but what do they do with the feet of their kids?
„Die Spinnen die Römer“ Obelix already said
Ha ha, clever. I’ve got a few more, maybe I should put them together for Halloween?!?
I like the seashell frame! The mannequins are rather creepy. 😀
We got there a wee bit too late, so could only do the main walk. Rumors go, the side streets holds the antique gems. It was so, so hot, there was no way to do the market “quickly!” Hopfully when I’m old, I’ll be able to take more time when traveling (or have the money, or places to go). We’ll see. As for the sea shells I liked it so much but no way to afford that!
Once I had a German tutoring gig in a mansion in Australia and dad, psychologist, loved to restore old manequins. The entire house was full of them. Hell creepy!