I have lived in this city.
No, I didn’t know where the antiques markets were; we were mostly drinking, clubbing, working, sunbathing students. I remember going to a flea market to find second hand clothes and frequently finding furniture evicted onto street corners in the early hours of the morning as we weaved our way home. So we often took the furniture home. We found treasures in skips. In a post-dictatorship country, items were generally used until they could serve no further purpose; they had to be broken to warrant replacement. Fast forward to now.
Mercantic in Sant Cugat - a quick train ride from Barcelona - is putting on a good show of giving the customer what they are looking for. A nod to the experience of Porte de Clignancourt in Paris, that maze of vintage and antique markets with pleasant eateries. Not as expansive this one but plenty to browse through, ancient and new. And an on site restoration facility if you need a hand with your purchase.
‘Indoor/outdoor market with a village vibe, selling furniture, crafts, artwork, lights, books and food’ says google maps. We bought a beautiful pair of tailoring scissors; portable if your suitcase is going in the plane hold. They have themed days, a lovely café with occasional live music in a theatre styled setting plus open air cinema in the autumn evenings. It has that ’ad hoc’ feel that Porte de Clignancourt has started to lose yet an awareness of what the public is looking for.