Hella Berkeley Candle
Every weekend, you could hear the sounds of community musicians playing African drums, blended with the noise of BART trains echoing in the distance. The air filled with the smell of incense and sacred oils, African butters and handmade soaps. This was the Berkeley Flea Market. I was raised in South Berkeley, on the corner of Prince and MLK Street. If you know, you know. If you don’t, come find out.
Smells exactly like the Berkeley Flea Market (Ashby) from back in the day.