Sunday Morning:
Woke up not so early, that is what happens when one goes to bed far too late.
That was the first strike against going to the brocante two hours away.
Second strike came when the sky was grey outside when it was suppose to be a bright blue… Well at least in my books it was suppose to be blue.
But when one has the brocante bug biting, and one knows the bug will not be satisfied because one is going away for awhile…. Getting up late and a grey sky cannot detour the desire.
The Drive:
Was not promising. It had the air of a disappointing brocante day.
Though the unexpected beauty of the trees casting shadows on a foggy canvas kept us driving on in awe, and wonder.
The Brocante:
When we arrived, a light rain did not stop me from getting out of the car. Vendors were packing up, I hunted at record speed. And found a toile de jouy panel that made my wet wool coat feel nice and warm.
Fifteen minute fortune so very worth the long drive and lack of sleep.
I called Sophie to see how her brocante day had gone… She was at one three hours away, though closer to her home. She said, "I arrived at six in the morning to find the brocante was replaced by a circus/carnival…. school holiday's delight."
I didn't dare say I find a toile du jouey panel. Well not yet that is.
Oh the trials of the passionate brocanteurs.
How was your weekend?
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