Unearth The Voyage
If you crave the thrill of the hunt – that electric little jolt when you spot something special – this place will feel like a secret you’ll want to keep all to yourself. Step inside and you’re instantly surrounded by three stories of antiques, artwork, vintage treasures, and wonderfully strange finds that make you tilt your head and smile.
It’s the kind of spot where time slips away without warning – I went in “just to look” and somehow stayed for hours. Bring curious eyes and comfortable shoes, because the best discoveries are rarely front and center.
You’ll find them tucked inside Marketplace at Rivertown in downtown DeLand.
Front Door First Impressions
The bell over the door gives a cheerful clink, and suddenly the air smells like old paper and lemon polish. You step into sunlight glancing off brass candlesticks and the soft glow of mid-century lamps.
A friendly hello floats from the desk, casual and warm, setting the pace for a slow, curious wander.
Here is the secret right away, so do not miss it. Start to the left, where smalls line the shelves like a tray of memories.
I spot vintage matchbooks with Florida motels and a jadeite mug that feels good in the hand, sturdy and cool, like it has stories.
Ask about dealer rotations if timing matters. New stock sneaks in weekly, and midday often means fresh tags.
A quick chat gets you insider pointers, and sometimes a discreet box emerges from behind the counter, the kind that turns window shoppers into grinning buyers.
Look down at the rugs before you go deeper. Many hold the day’s first bargains, pieces too big for top shelves but too good to hide.
With one slow lap, your eyes adjust, and the hunt begins in earnest.
Glass Case Jackpot
A soft whirr from the case lights makes the jewelry sparkle like it knows you are looking. Rows of Bakelite bangles sit next to tiny sterling charms, each more specific than the last.
I catch my reflection in the glass and laugh, already plotting a stack of colors I did not know I needed.
Tell the clerk what you collect. They often keep a mental map of which dealer hoards what, and a key appears with satisfying finality.
Out comes a velvet tray, and the hunt shrinks to the size of your palm.
Check the clasp and the back of every pin. Hallmarks hide near the hinge, and tiny maker stamps change prices more than age does.
The fun is in the detective work, not a rush to yes.
Postcards sit on the lower shelf. Flip to the messages, not just the pictures, because handwriting turns paper into time travel.
When a note mentions DeLand sunshine from 1954, the whole store smiles with you.
Mid-Century Lounge Corner
The scent of oiled teak pulls you before you even see the credenza. A starburst clock winks above a low cabinet, and an Eames-style chair angles just so, inviting a sit you will resist only barely.
The arrangement feels deliberate, like a movie set you can actually buy.
Run a hand along the wood grain. Look for tight joints and original pulls, because replacements lower value but not charm.
Records lean nearby, sleeves worn in corners that tell you which albums danced the hardest.
Ask about delivery options if your car is small. They usually have local solutions, and same-day runs happen more than you expect.
Nothing ruins a thrill like a sofa that will not fit, so measure first and gloat later.
Lighting matters in this corner. Mid-century lamps bloom warm, giving brass a mellow, honeyed tone.
If you love a piece, view it under both lamp and window light, because good design looks honest from every angle.
Vintage Kitchen Nook
The clink of stacked Pyrex bowls is a tiny song you will want to replay. Pastel lids line up like candy, and enamelware spouts flash white against cherry-red rims.
It smells faintly like vanilla and dish soap, in a way that makes you picture pancake Sundays.
Open every lid. Chips hide on undersides, honest but price-worthy.
Jadeite mugs sit heavy and cool, and one sip of diner coffee later in your mind is all it takes to decide.
Ask for sets even if you only see singles. Dealers split things to move them, but reunions happen with a little persuasion.
Bring cash for bundles, because negotiating feels friendlier when it is simple.
Look for quirky utensils with wood handles. A green-handled spatula or a cherry pitter becomes wall art with zero effort.
If you love cooking, these tools carry pep, and your next pie will taste like a story you rescued.
Local Art Alcove
Brushstrokes of Florida sky drift across small canvases, all soft blues and palmetto greens. Handmade ceramics crowd a shelf, each mug slightly wonky in a way that reads human.
The space feels like a quiet breath between rummage thrills.
Ask the staff who is local. They point out painters who trade morning river walks for afternoon studio time.
A percentage goes straight to the artist, which makes buying feel doubly good.
Pick up pieces. Feel the weight, the lip of a cup, the rough base that proves it was never machine perfect.
Art does not have to be monumental to matter.
Look for small works you can pack. Postcard paintings travel well and brighten desks where meetings loom.
If you need a souvenir that will actually live with you, this corner keeps delivering with heart and color.
Retro Fashion Rack
A whisper of satin answers when hangers slide, a soft shhh that promises discovery. Dresses bloom in optimistic prints, and a sequined jacket throws light like confetti.
The full-length mirror nearby is honest but kind, which is a rare miracle.
Check seams and zippers before hearts leap. Vintage sizes run quirky, so trust fit over numbers.
I found a denim jacket here with perfect wrists, and it felt like a high-five from the 80s.
Try hats last. Clean hair, happy scalp.
But when a fedora lands just right, the whole outfit sorts itself with one tilt.
Ask about alteration referrals. Local tailors know these fabrics and can coax life from delicate linings.
If the fabric sings and the price behaves, you will leave dressed in someone’s good memories, ready for your own.
Ephemera Drawer Dive
The papery rustle from a shallow drawer is pure temptation. Ticket stubs, old menus, and state fair ribbons tangle in a cheerful mess.
You lean in and time folds, thin and crinkly, right under your fingers.
Sort by theme, not condition. Travel maps tell stories that old glue stains cannot spoil.
A Florida citrus label brightens a kitchen wall more than a pristine stamp in a binder.
Gloves sometimes sit nearby. Use them if offered, because oil-free hands keep fragile edges intact.
The respect earns smiles and better tips from staff.
Build a small stack with intent. One letter, one map, one oddball.
Framed together, they become a personal collage that looks curated without trying, and guests will ask where you found such magic.
Dealer Booth Labyrinth
A patchwork of booths turns the floor into a friendly maze. Each dealer speaks a different language of style, from farmhouse white to industrial steel.
The joy is in the switchbacks, where your eye resets and the next surprise lands.
Take photos of tags with booth numbers. If you circle back, it saves the dreaded where was that chair spiral.
Staff will help, but your camera roll becomes your breadcrumb trail.
Mind the corners. Good things hide behind folding screens and inside trunks that look too heavy to open.
I once unearthed a carnival bottle game and could not stop smiling.
Respect boundaries. If a rope is up, ask first.
The yes usually follows, and the interaction often comes with a story you remember longer than the price.
Lighting Loft Highlights
The soft hum from Edison bulbs gives the loft a golden hush. Chandeliers dangle like ice cream scoops, and brass floor lamps march in a shiny parade.
Up here, light becomes merchandise and atmosphere at once.
Test switches gently. Ask for a plug-in if cords look new, and inspect sockets for wobble.
Original shades matter less than balance, and rewiring is a friendly investment if bones are good.
Take a step back. Height changes personality, and a chandelier that whispers on the floor might sing near a ceiling.
Snap a photo with your phone’s exposure down to judge the glow honestly.
Do not forget dimmers. Pairing old fixtures with modern controls keeps evenings easy.
When you carry a lamp downstairs, the store looks different, like you briefly borrowed its sun.
Mini Museum Of Curios
A glass dome catches your breath first, like a tiny planet with its own weather. Oddities cluster nearby, from apothecary bottles to a bird with a dramatic stare.
It is a small theater of intrigue, and you are in the front row.
Read every label. Provenance adds charm and sometimes raises value more than condition ever could.
If something feels too eerie, step back and let the next delight step forward.
Photograph with permission. Reflections complicate shots, so angle yourself slightly off center.
The result looks rich and cinematic, which suits these peculiar treasures.
Pick one conversation piece. A bottle with a perfect label or a tiny microscope deserves a mantle moment.
When guests ask, you get to tell the story of a three-story shop and a sudden spark.
Rug Stack Safari
The soft slide of wool on wool is the soundtrack here. Rugs pile high in earthy reds and blues, edges peeking like bookmarks.
Sunlight from a nearby window tests the dyes with gentle honesty.
Flip one corner at a time. Look for hand-knotted backs and tidy selvedges.
Repairs are fine if done cleanly, and a good patch reads like a chapter break, not a flaw.
Ask to unroll in the aisle. Everyone steps around with knowing smiles, because we have all done this dance.
The moment a pattern locks with your vision, you feel it land.
Measure twice and snap a room photo. Your floor will thank you later.
When you carry a rug to the counter, it feels like adopting texture and color at once.
Stairway To More
The stair treads creak like friendly knees, and that sound promises fresh hunting above. Posters line the wall with winks from old concerts and county fairs.
Halfway up, you look back and feel that good you are not done thrill.
Pause on the landing. Light shifts here, and the upper floors skew quirkier, with fewer obvious picks and more personality.
If the first level felt curated, the next ones read looser, in the best way.
Mind your bag on the rail. Narrow turns make clumsy moments easy, and you do not want to meet gravity the hard way.
A quick breath resets focus.
Keep your phone ready. You will mark booths to revisit, and those snapshots save time when your brain melts from choices.
Up you go, with new eyes and an open mind.
Checkout Chat Magic
A soft rip of kraft paper sets the finale. Purchases swaddle in twine while the register chirps a polite approval.
The candy bowl winks like a tiny celebration for grownups who still love a treat.
Ask one last question. Staff knowledge is half the charm, and they love routing you to the booth you forgot or the dealer who will text a photo later.
I once got a heads up about a coming estate drop and returned beaming.
Sign up for updates if you are local or just hopeful. Weekend hours shift around events, and Sunday openings can be relaxed and crowd-light.
That is prime treasure time.
Walk out with your bundle, heart lighter. Woodland Boulevard noise greets you, and the bell closes the loop.
You already know you will come back, and that is the best review.
