Dong Xuan DeMarket

On the Road to Dong Xuan
After getting off the tram, we walked through an unmarked ornamental gate and ended up in a mostly vacant market hall just for shoes. It was well worth the wrong turn…

Entering the China Schuhe Center

A Vacant Hall
Not a soul nor a banana peel to be found.

A Cubical Window

Oddly Gussied Up Stairs
But lo, could it be that someone lives here?

At the Gates
After asking directions from a lonely shoe salesmen with a lightning bolt of snow white hair, we walked around the corner to find the real DXC.

On the Mudflats
We made our way across a large muddy field toward what looked to be barbecue smoke rising in the distance. We nearly lost our shoes in a patch of quicksand. Fortunately, two attentive little boys were on the scene to mock us and chide me for dropping the “S-word”. Thank you, little boys.
Undeterred, we finally passed through the rubber flap front door of Hall One and were immediately bowled over by the scope and scale of odd stuff for sale. These products make you feel very close to the sweatshop. Perhaps to cut costs, some vital voice of reason has been eliminated from the value chain, leaving the misguided factory bosses to churn out hundreds of Porky-Pig-on-Porky-Pig adult action sculptures and cumbersome dildo lighters that fill up from the business end.

Good Beer Truck, Bad Beer Truck
Little toy beer trucks abound! No wonder they keep turning up at the flea markets. We saw beer trucks with five trailers and tiny toy cases of beer. There is a beer truck for every occasion–from making it up to your kids to making it up to your buddies.

5 Rows Packed with Petals
Between the fake flower stalls and nail salon supplier shops there are a few fine supermarkets with huge tanks of leaping carp that splash passers by à la Marine World. We picked up some new mango varieties, a rack of pork ribs for 3 euro, and good bao. We skipped the durian this time around.

A Bin of Fish
Starving and unsure of where best to eat, we tracked an outdoor grill full of great smelling pork to its companion restaurant at the southernmost end of Hall Two. We ate that barbecue pork (#8) and a very good bowl of beef phở (#18) which was recommended by our kindly waitress.

Thank you, Dong
We decided to abstain from a few tough to resist impulse buys, confident that we’d soon be back. The best find of the day however, wasn’t in any vendor stall; it was out behind the dumpsters. There, on top of a rat-infested pallet of sour milk, we found a mammoth plastic head of the Haribo candy boy. Diamond in the rough! We nabbed it and struck out for the tram.


Wonderful, or wonderbar! I love it and have sent address to friends and family.
Will you take me other places? I want to go around the world with you.
What a story! What a find!
The place was jammed with people yesterday. Must be all that publicity you gave them!
What a great entry!
I’m going there in 2 weeks & I’m looking around online to find some info about this market. So lucky hat I found ur blog.
Could u please give me the direction how to get there from Charlottenburg? You metioned a tram..
Thanks!