On Sunday, I took the airtrain to Chatachuk market, which really blew my mind. No photograph could capture the scale of this place. It is a partially-covered, enormous weekend market that sells new clothes, used clothes, minature plastic food, animals, flowers, ceramics, fish, food, crafts, art, textiles, bird cages, and on and on and on. It is bigger than you can fathom, and I'm sure that I only saw a fraction of it. I walked down narrow isles that never seemed to end, passing hundreds and hundreds of stalls. The market included the largest selection of used plaid button-down shirts that I have ever seen. And thousands of used Converse shoes (probably stolen). I was most intrigued by the minature plastic food; for example, a tiny platter that could sit on your finger with all of the ingredients for a thai stir fry.