A small town not far away from where I live had a brocante today. When we first arrived we were unfortunately greeted with vendors selling used clothing and toys which isn't bad if that is what you are looking for, but in our case, it was far from what we had expected. Nevertheless, part of brocanting is the hunt so off we trodded hoping to find our pot of gold. One thing is certain if you go to small-town French brocantes you will see plenty that you do not want, but when you do find something you want the reward will be the price.
We left with armfuls and very pleased with our morning hunt.
Allison, Sarah, Deanna, and Sue hamming in up with not century-old pottery pots of
Olives, pickles, mustard, and honey.
I hope you will join me one day.
xxx
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