Photos for Friday

Day 1 of the big, fat Greek festival in the mad-house which is our flea market. People were lined up outside the door, waiting for first dibs on the treasures. Once allowed in they flooded the flea market space like the tsunami you watch on the news, rolling in slow and strong and knocks out everything in it's path. The flea market is like that.

When it's over all you're left with is the devastation, the clean-up, and some breathing space to regroup. It's going to be a long weekend.