Went to a great flee market yesterday. The building that held it is an old shipyard building, with so much atmosphere—even without the fog! But as an extra treat, it was wrapped in thick, grey fog. There were hardly anyone there, and standing next to the old walls, holding my breath in the damp morning, I could almost hear the singing of steel, and the yellin' of workers.
A couple of hours later, I went home, my head buzzing with history, carrying a small nightstand I'd bought at a ridiculously low price :-)