After breakfast we headed for the flea market at the Hollywood dog track. Steve likes to buy produce there and I love to frequent the many vendors that are selling their antiques and other oddities. This weekend there is a table surrounded by women picking through used clothing. I take a look. But there is nothing for me. The next table is more promising. There is a large mug that I think would be great for cleaning my watercolor brushes in. Much prettier than the glass mayonnaise jar that I have been using. She also has interesting jewelry and some old linens. I settle on the mug and move on.