Flea market, Budapest

This is something not to miss in Hungary, especially if you are interested in getting the old world’s relics, bargaining on things which are good for nothing – except if you need some new items catching the dust in your home. Anyway, the reason I attend the market is simple: students. They wanted to see it, so I brought them there (public transport is really complicated). Then.. as I am there anyway, I looked around. Sometimes I could find really good collection of old tools, and old shoes. Today I have seen a blake stitched pair from the early 50’s. They seemed like someone just tried them on once or twice. in that time, communism (later: socialism) forced independent, and skilled masters to unify in government owned companies (called: termelőszövetkezet), where they got a minimal salary and suppose to make the same high level job – for the COMMUNITY. .. where everybody is equal. Some people even more equal btw.. ( thanks Mr.  Orwell)

Anyway – I didn’t find any name, any signature, only some “red star” something, which is pretty sad. Rest in peace old master who couldn’t write your name to your masterpiece. We keep your legacy safe.

5 thoughts on “Flea market, Budapest”

  1. Thank you so much for your blog! I appreciate it so much to see how much you don’t see your craft not only as a job but instead as something much more than that. I must admit that i just felt ashamed when reading your blog just because I am craving for any Information on how to build my first pair of Pumps and you are hounouring those unknown craftsmen…

  2. It’s nice to know that you can find nice old shoes and tools. Typically, for flea markets in Singapore, one can only find pre-owned apparels. Probably not as exciting as the one in Budapest.

    Happy shopping!

  3. I would like to visit that flea market. When I lived in Italy my mother & I would go every Saturday to the flea market in Trastevere. In those days I collected antique mandolins & the like. Didn’t matter if they could be played – I was just enchanted by the old woodwork & the knowledge that somebody had built that instrument & someone else had valued it throughout its long life. Your comment about finding the old master’s shoes made me feel that same way – touching something that had been made with mastery and knowledge, even if there was no signature… Thanks for posting this, Marcell – it was moving to read it.

    …meanwhile, back to outsoles/sandals…

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