Shipshewana is amazing. It's in Amish country, northern Indiana near the Michigan border, and people flock from miles around in search of everything from folk art to fifty-cent socks, and nobody goes home empty-handed.
There's something like a thousand booths -- each stocking more or less whatever fit in the van that morning. It's not uncommon to see, say, handmade candles and knock-off sunglasses sold side by side, or woven quilts and diecast firetrucks. There's just no rhyme or reason to it. That's actually part of the fun, because you can't really skip an aisle with a clear conscience, or easily overlook any single display -- even when you start to notice certain items repeating. ("Hey, I just bought that telescoping auto-duster for fifty cents more two aisles ago..."
And almost none of it is stuff you really, strictly speaking, need. But it's all fun: I got a telescoping auto-duster, two pairs of two-dollar sunglasses, a laser pointer, some cheapy sunscreen when I started fearing incineration, an irregularly embroidered car-logo hat (It says "Ubaru"), and several fine snapshots.
Well, at least, *I* think they're fine. Let's see what you think.