The entire morning long Ladelle helped me pack the purchases bought from my online Brocante. During lunch, I asked her what she would like to do this afternoon… I suggested: St Tropez, Hike St. Victorie, visit Les Arch where there is a wonderful mosaic of Chagall, drive along the Riviera, maybe visit a winery or two? With a coy look, she said," Let's go to the brocante!"
I wanted to wave my hands in the air and chant, "ALLELUIA!" Instead, I looked at her regretfully shook my head, and said, "I am so sorry I have given you the brocante bug… you poor, poor, girl!" Then I made a mad dash for my coat while hollering, "First dibs, let's go."
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