The Longdogs

The Longdogs
Willy, Harley (back center), and Gretchen

A Date with Bussey's Flea Market in San Antonio

We decided to check out the Flea Market today.  It's been awhile since we wandered through and the temperature is down under a 100 degrees so today sounded like a good day to do that.  Technically Bussey's Flea Market is in Schertz not San Antonio but Schertz is right on the northeast corner of San Antonio.

You'll see the the flea market sign right off of IH-35 as you head north to Austin.

When you get even closer, you'll see the Texas size armadillo.  See, they are claiming San Antonio too.

The Flea Market itself is free but they do charge you $1.00 for parking.  Pretty cheap for an afternoon's entertainment and you never know what you will find.

There is some shade as most of the flea market has covers over the walkway.  It was actually a bit more crowded than it looks here.

This booth has all kinds of frou-frou to pick through.

But you never know what you will find.

Incense anyone?  How about some Mexican pottery?

You can grab a bite to eat from this cantina or one of the other booths selling sodas or ice cream.

These vendors put up their own canopies.  Military items on the left, lampshades and homemade craft items on the right.  How about some Legos by the pound?

There's lots more to see.  The garage style booths are at the front and more permanent booths fill up the rest of the area.  There's a tool and hardware store.  Also a rug store.  How about some antiques?  Maybe some kitchenware.  Come and while away an afternoon.

And what do the longdogs do while we are at the flea market....well, they nap of course but you'll find it hard to catch them at it.


5 comments:

  1. Unlike many people, flea markets have never held much interest for me. :(

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  2. I should learn to proof before posting. My mind takes different directions and leaves the words behind!

    "DOWN" around 100? Whew...I hate walking anywhere in the heat, but I like flea markets, consignment shops, garage sales, and antique stores. I think I inherited the love for old things from my Mom.

    There's a place down here by me that is so jam packed with "stuff" that you can hardly move. About 1 in every thousand things is worth something. I found a bottle once for 50 cents. I was amazed when I found out how much it was worth over the internet, but then again, I'd have to find someone who'd buy it!

    I once found a baby book buried at the bottom of a box of old linens. It was in perfect condition - even still had a lock of the baby's hair and a picture of the Mother. I can't understand how things like this wind up anywhere but in the hands of family. The details were so complete--unbelievable. Fortunately, it was an unusual name and place of birth was Dayton OH. Couple dollars. I bought it, went on the computer and found the 76 year old man (the baby). He never knew it existed. His Mother had died when he was young and he didn't have a picture of her. Our conversation made quite a story. My husband fedexed it overnight to him. He had one son and was going to give it to him.

    Those pups are a riot. They heard the camera click! So cute. Do they ever all three sleep together? Good post. Sorry I was so long-winded--brought back the memory of the baby book.

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    1. Your baby book story is fantastic. How neat to make someone you didn't even know so happy.

      Our "best" flea market find was an Olympic Motocross Motorcycle jacket, brand-new with the tags on it for $35 (worth over $200). My husband saw it hanging, went to it like a homing pigeon, put it on and didn't take it off until he handed over the money as there was a crowd of men converging on it. He's big and tall so it was an especially great find but there were plenty of much smaller men who still wanted it because it was such a find. Most of the time, we just look.

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  3. Love the photo of the dogs!

    Great story about the baby book, you are very kind to do what you did.

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