exodus from when i was 11 til i was 16, i lived in a flat that overlooked Mercat de Sant Antoni; during the week it’s a normal market, but every Sunday morning it turns into a second hand sorta thing. around 200 stores from all over the city have temporary stalls there. it’s mostly old books, collectibles of all kinds (huge Magic: The Gathering scene) and like 25% videogames. every week i would go down there to browse and swap games. you could exchange one recent release for 3 or 4 old ones, and because i eventually got to know all the guys there, i basically could swap those 4 for a different 4 endlessly.
it was completely packed unless you got there before 12. all the prices on the boxes were bullshit, everything was up to negotiation. they loved to haggle, singing the praises of whatever i was interested in and shitting on whatever i brought to trade it for, they would make you work for a good deal. i would go to every stall and see who had the better offer, or lie to them about what the others had offered. if you overheard a negotioation for something you were interested in, you could step in and try to convince them to sell the game to you instead. it was a real fun time, and i got to play a ton of different PS2 games without really knowing much about them. it was extremely influential on my appreciation of videogames.
i went there last year to sell all my PS1 and PS3 stuff (keeping the PS2). some of the same guys are still there, but the selection seems a lot more homogeneous. most stores that aren’t GAME franchises have closed. since games are multilingual now, people buy them on Amazon or other international websites, where they’re cheaper. the people that are there now seem to know the exact value of what you’re selling, because they have seen it on ebay or something. idk, i felt like it was much more rigid. i ended up selling the PS3 and a whole bunch of videogames to a young couple who were just starting to get into them and happened to be there. that was nice.