San Jose Capitol Flea Market

Not every flea market is a real flea market nowadays. James and I prefer the real kind: a market full of used stuff; piles after piles of junk in front of an old van; grumpy old man sitting on his tools and would only let you have a look at his treasure if you ask a right question; dodgy-looking people trying to sell you anything.

Capitol Flea Market is like that. I walked with James for the first part of treasure hunt. After a short break with some cheese quesadilla, James went back treasure hunting and I stayed near the food court for sketching.

I love seeing old couples dancing. No fancy tricks but relaxed, graceful and harmonious moves. I was quite happy with what I caught on my paper today. I think I enjoyed sketching the couples as much as they enjoyed dancing.