How to kill a sunday at the flea market for 5 euros

Being the flea market junkies that we are we were so excited with the thoughts of what the Paris flea markets would have in store for us.  After a couple unsuccessful journeys to the tourist trap Porte St. Ouen Flea Market, we decided to venture to a little more obscure one.  The Porte de Montreuil market had been referred to us by several friends who told us we would be able to find a cheap bike there, but that if we were to buy one it would mean that we don't have any moral hangups about where the bicycles may have come from.  Sounded like our type of crowd so we decided to check it out and see what type of things we could find.  3 blocks before you even get to the market the sidewalks start becoming  lined with people  shoulder to shoulder selling their goods right on the sidewalk out of their granny carts and suitcases.  It was here that we started scoring right away.  Every person in this section repeats some sort of strange native bird call-esque shouting, un euro un euro un euro except it's so fast it is almost indistinguishable.  Its like we're right in front of you buddy, you don't need to yell that its only a euro to us, we heard you the first 1,667,808 times.  Anyways back to scoring I spotted this blazer on the ground and it looked pretty cool so I picked it up and of course first thing I did was check the label,  Yves Saint Laurent, and even though I don't really like db blazers too much I am much to much of a label whore to not buy it for a euro, Judy also liked a beret the guy had so I convinced him to give us both for a euro. Not bad for our first stop.  About two minutes later I spotted this sweet Cacharel cardigan laying on the ground I picked it up trying to not look to interested I asked how much the lady wanted for it.  She said 15 and after I started putting it down she said 3, I still told her no and then she said 1,  Well lady you got yourself a deal.  I already loved this flea market and we hadn't even made it to the actual market yet.  The rest of the market was pretty crappy actually.  The used clothing is all pilled in huge mountains and wrinkled beyond recognition,  but still pretty expensive.  The rest of the market is all compiled of new really cheap  junk.  The unbearable cold weather did provoke us to buy some thick wooly socks though and we got 6 pairs for 3 euros.  Didn't see to many bikes or anything else that interested us but we were happy with what we got and called it a day.