Sunday, 2 June 2024

El Rastro



The El Rastro flea market is Europe's largest and a Madrid institution. It happens every Sunday on the border of the Latina and Lavapies districts, going all the way down the hill and the maze of streets all around.

The crowded flea market was, back in the 17th and 18th centuries, largely a meat market (rastro means stain, in reference to the trail of blood left  behind by animals dragged down the hill). The road leading through the market, Calle de la Ribera de los Curtidores, translates as 'Tanners Alley' and further evokes this sense of a slaughterhouse past. On a Sunday morning it's the place to be, with all of Madrid here in search of a bargain.




I have never been to a flea market that is so vast and furthermore, one, where anything you imagine, can be found: bags, umbrellas, jewellery




T-shirts with different logos - goth, feminist, anything you can imagine




prints



various textiles




clothes




fans

and so many people




jackets




pocket watches










We took one of the side streets and found ourselves in the antiques section. Lots of stores, mainly on the Nouevas Galerias and Galerias Piquer: most shops exhibit some wares outside, but not all open on a Sunday.




Pictures, books, coins




a head made out of jade








a wooden child's bicycle







ceiling cornices: I thought selling those was a really good idea




A strange piece of furniture, the round outside was made out of some sort of velvet material, and then it opened to reveal a dressing table



lots of cameras




the stalls weren't as tightly packed rogether here, so it was easy to walk around










JC sitting on a throne holding a globe




quite a lot of religious stuff, in fact




and ceramic tiles, of course




so many dolls




and then I looked up, and saw that the whole shop was packed with them







another JC sitting on this throne, this one smaller and twice the price







more dolls




We had been walking for ages and came upon a square with a rich variety of stalls







local pottery




flowers










lots of toy soldiers




second hand prams




and music










helmets - there really is nothing they don't sell here




not all streets selling antiques were quiet







in fact, most of it was packed







lots of vintage toys for the collector




These images changed according to where you stood - if you moved to the side they changed to gruesome, vampire-type faces




more music



and more people as we moved away from the antiques




castanets




household stuff




Flamenco stuff - dresses




girls' shoes - aahhhh!




castanets



more traditional ceramics








stencils




skulls, skulls and more skulls




difficult to navigate with so many people




these are just so sweet



I am posting another one




flags



Goth t-shirts




baby booties




women's clothes




a poet - you sit with her, tell her a bit about your life and she writes/types out a poem about you




music - they were quite good, actually




more poetry




furs




We decided to stop - we had been at the market all morning, and even though there were still loads of streets full of stalls, we felt we'd done enough.




We started wandering and came upon this square - during the next few days we realised that the flower stalls are always here, 




but not the political ones. So we started having a look here
















There were three stalls so we had a look at everything











And then it was time for lunch.




 

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