While in rural China I saw a peek of this antique shop.
Did I stop?
Did I buy anything?
Did my heart pitter patter?
We spent hours and hours in the Hutongs (neighborhoods) in Beijing. We walked down a street that had some antique shops… the exterior of this shop attracted me more than what was inside. What was it that grabbed my attention: The bike stationed outside or the peeling paint?
(As Marie-Noelle and Rebecca noticed in the comment section… My brocanting bug hasn't stopped because of "my brother's ultra brief comments these last siw weeks"… though who knows… maybe he is missing the brocante? Or speechless that I haven't "talked" about the brocante for six weeks?)
Most of the antique shops I saw in Beijing were closed that day.
The pieces I admired.. were not for sale, but part of the building in the Hutong.
Outside the front door of most Hutong homes, two stone elements stand guard. I am sure they symbolizing something hospitable… anyway many of the Hutongs are disappearing as China grows.
Where do these elements go?
Moreso, where do the people and their lively wonderful community sense lifestyle go?
And at the other antique shop that I dreamt of going to… it had this tough, mean, little, barking machine that nearly bite my hand off when I bent down to see something in a box.
I took his photo instead, he was not smiling…. Did my Brother Mathew put something in his drink that day just to keep me away?
Dear Brother Mathew,
I thought that when I was in China I would see the image I have had in my head since I was a kid: Thousands of black bicycles with all the people dressed the same. Wrong. That image is no longer in view. Mind you bicycling is far from gone. On any given day, on any street, no matter where you are in China, whether in the heart of Shanghai or in a rural village you will see bicyclers.
You asked for more bicycle photos, you would you bicycling addict! I thought you would get a kick out of this.
Love Your Sister,
Who Did Not Go to the Brocante, nor Antique Shop While Travelling…
Do you think my brother's comments about stop blogging about the brocante, had an affect on me?
Nah! Just the size of my suitcase plus a few other preventing details.
Yesterday, I went to a brocante shop in France that I love… next to it was a NEW sign that read…
"Asian Market".
God is that a sign!?
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