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Along with 25-cent day-old bagels from a local coffee roaster and a worker-owned and operated bicycle shop, the other thing I really, really like about Nashville is the monthly Tennessee flea market. I've mentioned it here before, but last weekend two of my roommates and I had a few hours to spend at the biggest version of the whole year.

It was ginormous, overwhelming, and completely recommended. We didn't end up buying very much stuff but had a great time people-watchin' and stuff-seein'.  And C. got a lot of attention for her Mason jar of coffee: "What's that, moonshine?" "Little early for moonshine, dontcha think?" (I guess that expectation is what makes this the South.)