Ken read about it on the Internet. Canton, a small town just north of us was having a Flea Market in the town square. We had been to the old town and admired the beautiful Court House and Episcopal church, both one of the prettiest sights in the nation and used in many movies. We decided to go.
About two miles from Canton, we started to see traffic and soon we saw lots of cars followed by many cars parked on lawns both front and back. For $10. you could park your car on someones yard. The closer we got to town the more people we saw. People were everywhere, walking on the street and sitting on the grass. People everywhere. Too many people for us.
This Canton Flea Market was huge. There must have been thousands of vendors. The tents covered the town square and along each side road. We decided to turn right at the first road. It took us three lights before we were able to turn on Highway 16 East to Carthage. We saw Canton Flea Market but from the comfort of the truck. We wanted out of there as quickly as possible.
Our day was lovely, driving through rich farm land along pleasant well paved roads with very little traffic. Perfect. We ate Japanese food at Carthage, then drove south on highway 25 and finally around the other side of the reservoir to home. We were pleased to avoid the hoards at the Canton Flea Market. Somehow, we never expected huge crowds. Who could know?
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