He never liked the brocante,
though he tolerated it because of me.
Love does crazy things to us.
Then little by little, cause there are a million stories to say, but I will cut to the chase and say little by little he started getting into it.
Eventually, 27 years later he is starting to spot things I miss.
Nearly a yard long.
Framed in a gilded ruin decay, which says "MUST HAVE"
to me.
1800s classic engraving.
Reminds French Husband and I of our first trip together to
Angel's camp.
But that is another story.
We plan on taking it to Paris for the bathroom.
The best part Brocante Husband found it for
10 Euros or $12.
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