For those of you who have been reading my blog, you know that I have the brocante bug badly, and that living in France is a cure and a curse for those of us who have it
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Cure:
Because any day, all day whether a brocante fair, second hand store, someone's garage, Ebay.fr, or the dumpster there is something to be had to feed the bug.
Curse:
Because it is endless which makes the bug more hungry.
So those who have the brocante bug either open a shop, become a hoarder or go through withdrawals.
We went to Carpentras, like we usually do..
The first thing I noticed was that the tree lined parking lot (That the brocante is held at.) was missing a few century old trees.
Several had been cut. I hope they are not going to cut anymore! They most likely were ill, and I noticed that they had replanted trees which was reassuring.
Francine, the fabric lady.
A ton of fabric every weekend.
I have decided that I cannot go fully MCM. I can do a touch of it, I can mix it in, I can breath and live with that. Cassis will be a mix, otherwise I will suffocate. That is the problem with the brocante bug it likes everything old, but has its favorites to play with.
A wooden floor panel on top of an iron frame with wheels.
A bag of old lace on the ground.
A bag of pitchers.
A lady walking by lace curtain panels.
Paper mache puppet heads.
A bucket with a rosary.
The reflection of the trees in a mercury mirror
Philippe's stand. One of my favorites.
Boxes and boxes of linens.
An 1800s gilded wooden Madonna
on top of a blue suitcase.
Pick through that for the pearl.
Carpentras sets up at 9:30 am sometimes 10 am.
Well dressed future brocanteur.
The bug lurks.
Mid century modern.
Cannot do it.
Like it
But not to live with because I like the other "stuff" more.
A wicker garden chair, zinc wash buckets, and an oval framed portrait.
Jesus figurine on Palm Sunday in a zinc pail.
Tools for different purposes, for different seasons.
Toys scattered.
A book on the history of America.
Another one of my favorite stands.
A taxidermy peacock.
Eyeglass lens
Boxes to explore.
Two wooden oars, two massive wine bottles.
A toile paravent.
Pottery.
Beautiful tiles.
Susan from Vancouver noticed me at the brocante. She told me that she is a friend of two mutual friends of mine that I met through blogging… One friend is Jill, who Sacha stayed with in Vancouver and who I feel I know but have never met and another is Jani and Rob whom I have met several times.
The wonderful world of blogging about the brocante.
Susan designs and makes clothes from antique linen.
Ratatouille is the name of her brand.
A carousal car and garden chairs.
And the plant lady who never fails to have a variety of plants amongst boxes of everything under the sun.
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