I visited the Brooklyn Flea Market during my final weekend in New York. Having never been to a flea market before I wasnt quite sure what to expect. I mean I obviously knew there would be stools selling antiques and nick-nacks, but when I walked through the iron gates to the market I was very excited. There were hundreds of books to flick through, boxes and boxes of goodies to delve through and old style maps everywhere. Every stool told a story I could have been there all day rumaging though each stool.