Photos and text by, Corey Amaro.
It was a typical Sunday… up early, no make up, croissant in hand, money in pocket, driving the back roads towards a village in Provence….
Destination: Brocante.
Village: Entrecasteaux.
Brocante dealers: 80
Village and Atmosphere / Charm: 100%
Deals: Fair
Type of old things: Smalls, Local vendors, Linens,
What did I find?
Toile de Jouy Cushion.
Oil painting of strawberries on a plate..
A bunch of wax seals with crowns.
OH!
Bits of toile de Jouy fabric……
At this point French Husband asked me if I was into red today.
I hadn't noticed but he was right, I teasingly said, "I am your tomato!"
Then he asked me if I was going to keep anything I found. Then he put his hand to my mouth and said, "Keep it, it is so nice, so pretty, so cute…."
Then I bite his hand, and he laughed. I looked at him curiously, and he added, "I like when you're rough."
"Really?" then I took the cushion and bopped his beetle, "Let's go have lunch."
Does this look like a man who wants a tomato?
Does he look like he is into cute and rough?
Does he seem hungry at all?
Oh the life of a passionate brocanteur.
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Note: Selling tomatoes later today.
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