Up before the sun, the car is cold.
Why do the flea markets in France have to start at the crack of dawn?
(Only a crazy passionate fool would leave their nice warm bed.)
Ole Pincushion sits in an antique doll’s chair smirking with his green eyes.
Gee, I hope the flea market has more to offer than pincushions this morning!
photo: Flea market finds, kitchen table included.
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