Years of collecting,
The photos show some, a trickling, of the smallest of things, the sweet things, the bits and pieces that passed through my hands to yours.
It started the first time I went to a Frence brocante back in 1988. I remember that day well, so much stuff, and a few French francs in my pocket. Some of that stuff that was so plentiful back then I rarely see now.
When our garage could hold no more, I started to sell. The first time I sold at the brocante I sold out within an hour.
Years of collecting poof gone in an hour.
The brocante bug bit and the happiness is unmeasurable.
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