French la Vie

 

We go to antique shops. 

We also talked shop and learned about France from the things we saw.

 

 

 

We look, eat, breathe, talk, dance around, and buy antiques.

 

 

 

We shop at open markets for baskets, clothes, cakes, and whatever pleases us.

 

 

 

We visit studios and artisans.

 

 

We go beyond the facade into French people's homes and share meals with them.

We find charm.

We share our passions and our lives.

And we stop at every brocante that we can.

And feel like we are hanging out with our best friends.

 

 

 

We visit villages that have brocantes.

And eat figs off trees and laugh at Yann, the jokester.

 

 

 

We visit tucked-away antique shops.

 

And family-owned businesses.

We visit my favorite places.

 

 

 

Friends give us beautiful bouquets.

And wine.

And desserts.

 

 

My friends set up private brocantes for my guests and me.

And when I say what we are looking for, they bring it out and make our day!

 

 

We have amazing meals in different French homes and meet my friends.

We share recipes. We roll out to the van.

 

 

We smile at all the charm and goodness before us.

Friendship happens.

 

 

Inspiration and discovery.

The Brocante Bug bites.

 

We talk and talk.

Eat and eat.

Shop and shop.

Drive and drive.

And do it again.

 

 

We pack boxes to mail home.

 

 

 

We have the best time, so most guests come again and again.