russ on the web

The next day we woke up and headed out with a slippery Ash-- I couldn't get a single in-focus image of him-- to go see the flea market at Mauerpark. Cold, desolate, and barely beating it felt post-apocalyptic. And surprisingly half the sellers were 20-30 year old Spanish speakers.

Then out for a trendy walk and some currywurst. No pics.