Mafia and Randolph Street Market

The Randolph Street Market was oh so very Chicago and endearing especially because of it's almost mafia esque entrance.

So V and I started our journey to the Randolph Street Market with an adorable free trolley ride to the market from the Water Tower. Quick, easy, free and frickin’ adorable, I want to travel in a trolley every where.

So once there we were about two hours to close. We had read that the last two hours of the market are free but we saw the mass of people exiting the trolley chocking up 10 bucks a piece. We were going to just skip it but we thought we might as well ask, and maybe flash a cheeky smile or two to get in. The following scene is what followed:

N&V: “Hello good sir,” smile smile smile. “We heard from a little bird that the last two hours of your fair market are free to promising patronages.”
Sudennly gruff cashier: “See the guy at the door” said under his breath without looking up.
N&V: “Thank you kindly.” Walk to formidable looking man at door. “Hellow sir, we heard that the last two hours of this fair market are free.”
Market Bouncer: “Where did you hear that.”
N&V: “We read it on your wonderful website.”
Bouncer head nods girls in

No lie. That is how it went down. The mafia has taken over the Randolph Street Market and is charging patrons for the last two hours. Still V and I were pumped we got to wander antiques for two hours for free.

Needless to say, there were antiques, lots of overpriced-I-would-buy-you-if-I-was-richer-and-a-yuppie antiques. And it was fun to peruse old jewelry, furniture and clothing. The dollar muffin from Inteligencia was awesome too. And inside the artists displayed their wares like in the good old days with slightly jacked up prices and a lot of creativity.

It was the perfect start to a summer destined to be filled with beautiful things i can't afford and good times with friends I can't afford to be without!