There are many faces at the French brocante, more men than women and mostly older people than younger.
I recognize many of the brocante dealers at the fairs, kind of hard not to considering they have been doing this for as long or longer than I have.
Chic and casual.
Looking for a deal or to make a deal.
At the brocante there is something for everyone.
The trick is knowing who collects what and then racing to their stand to see if they have what you are collecting.
My problem or dilemma is that I love everything.
Yep.
Look at this little sweetie pie at the brocante! A statuette of a child holding a heart.
Way too sweet.
Each beautiful as they are.
Painted, molded, fashioned, photographed, sewn, carved…
The 1700s to present day,
Varied themes yet depicting a moment in time we can relate to.
Reflections of past renewed by our enjoying what we see.
Brocanteurs collect stories.
Share stories,
and in doing so history lives.
This doll head belongs to my friend and partner in the French Muse, Ruth.
It is in her work studio.
Isn't she enchanting nestled with pretty ribbons, bits, and bobs? So much so I never noticed her scratched nose until now.
The medal on her necklace…
If it were a photo someone might have corrected it before taking the picture.
To think it was painted this way on purpose.
Those details make us take note, question, smile, then nod…
A printed photograph on a fine cotton tissue.
A child with a ball.
One of the faces at the brocante.
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