The Brocante with French Husband.
He is getting into it more and more, dare I say way too much.
A looking glass, pretty cool it extended too. But it only viewed what you could see with the naked eye, in other words, it was broken. The antique dealer wanted 400 euros for it.
I guess you could say it was a bit too much.
Needless to say, we did not buy it.
Further down the aisle, I spotted him looking at old wool hats that I had never been worn.
He bought one.
I should have bought one too, but I wasn't thinking hats.
What is happening to my French Husband, the man who hates to shop?
He spent a good amount of time talking to a man who bought a large stock of old motorcycle gas tanks.
The motorcycle tanks use to belong to an artist who use to use them fish out of them. Can you see the gas hole as the eye of the fish?
Anyway, I worried we were going to have gas tanks lined up with the books or teacups in our house, or hanging in the bathroom as art.
Luckily for me, French Husband did not want to buy one, he just found the collection interesting.
He did buy a very heavy ship's wheel for Cassis. It is pretty cool and I would not have noticed it. Also, I forgot to take a photo of it. Though I will when it is in Cassis.
Then there was a pair of pink wool velvet chairs that followed us home. How they managed to fit in our car amazed me.
But the best part is French Husband thought they were lovely.
Oh man, this brocante bug has bit, my man, hard.
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