Not a found photo.... but one I took today. I was sitting on the tailgate of a friends truck - at Wolff's Flea Market. A customer looking over a watch. I clicked a quick photo.
The flea market is an interesting place. Constant movement, constant noise. The sounds become a part of the environment. But... there are moments... when a potential buyer is inspecting a piece... carefully weighing the cost verses benefit... those moments are the silence of the flea market. It's that time where nothing else matters.... until you ask the price.