This morning I asked Irina again if she was sure wanted to go to the brocante and not go see the lavender fields in bloom, or Lake Saint Croix, or Cassis, or the aqueduct in Uzes, or visit Cezanne's artist studio… she looked at me like I was a demented tour guide, laughed, and said, "You're kidding right? We're going to the brocante!"
Well I'll be darn… Irina is crazier than I am, who knew!
We went to Aix en Provence where there is a small brocante market every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday mornings in the center of town.
Also there are a few Brocante/antique shops.
We hit them all.
French Husband came along. He was our chauffeur. He bought a hat. Doesn't it look good on him?
He looked like our body guard in that hat.
A double pair of hand painted fan like elements, in wood to go above a doorway.
Sweet aren't they?
More to come.
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