There’s nothing quite like summer in New York City. If one forgoes the insanity of Times Square and sees past the allure of Fifth Avenue’s untouchable goods, there are treasures to be found and genuine exchanges to be had. Just north of NYC’s tired attractions is a special piece of the city that tourists rarely partake in, but is perhaps the truest representation of its distinct culture. I am, quite simply, referring to one of the many neighborhood flea markets: the GreenFlea Market, every Sunday at MS 44 Junior High, on 77th and Columbus.

Indian tapestries, African woodcarvings, vintage furniture and clothing, handmade jewelry from local artists… and that’s just outdoors. Inside the school’s sizable cafeteria are some of the most exquisite treasures: litho prints from the 1850’s, hand-lettered illumination text, and much more once one gets to digging. But the most literal “tasting” of cultures and tradition comes from the vast offering of foods: everything from Greek to Louisiana Creole cuisine can be found, alongside fresh produce, wines, breads and dairy from local farmers. 

But, I found, nothing so beautifully describes the intimacy of the experience better than a single sign this past Sunday, quickly jotted by a marmalade vendor in permanent marker. It read: “Made fresh by my wife and daughter this morning.” I think that sums it up pretty well.

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