Yesterday, a group of eleven wonderful women, most who read my blog, went to a local brocante with me and then came to our home for a brocante feast.
As always it was delightful to put faces to the names of emails and comments I have received over the years, plus re-connect to those I have had the pleasure to meet before: Barbara, Laura, Stephanie, Sue and Anna.
Photo via Sue Tinker.
French Husband joined us, as did our new friend Lorna.
The house was full of women, chattering about the brocante and old things that make France France. Or you might say it was brocante bug maddness.
We went to the Vide Grenier in Gardanne first.
We started the day by meeting at a brocante in Gardanne.
Later the group went and had lunch in the town, and afterwards met at our home.
Luckily the forecast for rain turned out to be wrong.
Some small treasures were found by everyone. I scored two tiny iron urns, a hat pin, silverware for Sacha, and some kashmir textile.
Amazingly enough the group of women find their way to our home, managing to drive down the tinest of roads.
I set up a few things on our dining room table.
Papers, old handwritten books, top hats, bits and pieces of jewelry… mostly old things that I thought they might be able to use in their art mix media tour and or pack in their suitcases.
Oh the stress of finding things you like and having to figure out how to pack them in your suitcase! I gave them some tips for packing, tips I have gathered from traveling back and forth from France to the USA, these last twenty some years.
Brocanting chez moi.
Brocante feasting in more than one way.
By far my most favorite way:
With friends, food and stories of the hunt.
Do you want to come brocanting with me, and then peek into my stash?
Well if you are in France, let me know.
I think I am opening up to the idea.
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