Another day, another green market in the city.
Endless blueberries, perfect treat from the Union Square Greenmarket (when in season).
It took me about six years to finally check out the Chelsea Flea Market. I had become accustomed to the Brooklyn Flea, which, while wonderful(ish), has become too precious with all the hipsters and babies (and hipster babies).
If you want a market that never refers to anything as “artisan,” this one is for you.