Last weekend I was lucky enough to go to the Rastro in Madrid. The Rastro is a large flee market filled with all sorts of goodies for those in search of collage items and cheap thong underwear.
A few years back, I went and happened upon a man that was selling old, mostly unusable, watch pieces. When I arrived to the Rastro this time I went straight to search for my old friend. I looked and looked for him, thinking that perhaps he moved his stand. After a good hour, I resorted to asking other vendors if they knew what happened to him. The first man refused to answer me. The second and third vendors I asked confirmed that he had died a few years back. A bit of a downer to the whole trip to the Rastro but here are some of the finds I did encounter on my scavenger hunt among the sometimes haphazardly, strewn, melange of things.
