Went for a drive, it felt good to get out of the house, a change of air.
French Husband asked, "Would you like to go to Saint Tropez?"
I shrugged, "Well, okay, but I would rather go to a brocante. I haven't had a dose of brocante for three weeks, and I don't think I'll survive much longer without it."
He smiled, as he drove towards the brocante shops.
As soon as we walked in to the brocante shop I saw the greyish-white paint peeling, old window and knew it was coming home with me.
French Husband shook his head, "Do we need a window?"
Squinting my eyes and shaking my head as if to say, "no," I answered, "Decorative purposes only."
French Husband gave me that look that says, "I love a crazy woman."
Saint Tropez or the brocante?
A window, or an object to use decoratively?
What side of the fence, or should I say window do you stand on?
Doesn't Saint Tropez look lovely?
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