A flea market, here in Hawaii, is quite a bit different from a flea market in Provence, France.
But still a lot of fun.
and I have a nice conversation with this Hawaiian man who was weaving his own nets....a dying art for sure.
Would you like a sink...or some dinasours...?
Little girl's hawaiian dresses dance in the breezes.......
And then we're off to the Waikele Tea Room for a yummy lunch.
This property was originally a sanctuary for women and children in need, in the early 1900's and was run by the Salvation Army. Robert Louis Stevenson stayed here and wrote much of his poetry. It is a very peaceful place with great mana. (mana is the Hawaiian word for power )