Sunday brocante, sunrise to sunset, go when you want.
One of the added surprises of going to the brocante is discovering old towns.
This weekend we went to places we had never been before.
Beautiful villages,
Beautiful brocantes,
discoveries around each corner and under every table.
Menu Brocante.
Who needs food?
I am amazed I found anything considering how many other people were there.
I found some paintings, dishes, a quilt, African art, an antique platter for Chelsea, some things for my online shop, plus nick nack and paddy wack.
I don't think I have ever been to a brocante I did not like.
Provencal blue!
Colorful facades.
Summertime.
The best find of my life.
And he gets younger and younger.
1900s French Oil Painting.
Vase with roses.
To put in my shop.
A little tour of France by going to the brocante.
Vertical garden wall.
While at the brocante,
The distraction of the charming French villages.
Happens.
Often.
Old painting
French countryside
bought in a small village
all good.
My own personal chauffeur.
Small brocante finds spill out on the lunch table.
Stringing bright orange bake light beads tomorrow.
Bake light beads, a whole drawer full!
Tomorrow I will add photos of what I bought, online soon!