The moment I walked into the Grafton Flea Market, my eyes were pulled to this booth that sat next to the windows on my left. Part of it was the light and color, but the uniqueness of the display in a sea of "piles" and mostly unorganized, unthemed, stalls pulled me over.
I kept thinking of that old Fifth Dimension song that starts off: Would you like to fly/ride in my beautiful balloon?...
But, of course! Perfection!
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