Wherever we go, (to Marks horror) I always have to make some stops at antique stores or flea markets. My mom took me as a little girl and I could never appreciate the old dusty junk, but now I'm obsessed! I don't know if its getting a deal, or having a vision to convert a piece of junk into something beautiful, or something that was ingrained in me as a little girl, but mostly I think it is one of the best ways to see parts of a city that you would never get to see just as a tourist! These wood blocks just looked cool (at places like these there are a mix of new and old things), a pair of old binoculars, and my most prized possession, this crazy wood mannequin head that belonged to a famous wig maker.