Shopping, not in the ordinary sense of the word. I am out on these days to hunt for antiques, works of art and artifacts that I might deem worthy of acquisition. It’s a fishing expedition, a matter of chance. The Saturdays and Sundays may be rewarding or they may be disappointing. In any case, those days are dedicated days. And who knows what you will come up with. New York is actually a great place for finding objects that originate around the world and that are appropriate for collecting. This weekend has been auspicious. I aim for the familiar places: the flea markets about Sixth Avenue and 25th Street. There are inside and outside markets; I go to the outside markets first of all because they are more accessible and generally less expensive, although price is a very flexible and unpredictable thing. Take for example, the Kuba rattan woven vessel which was offered to me for sixty dollars and ended up being sold for six dollars. Hard to explain how the transition occurred except that it does in the course of banter.
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