Category: Brocante
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French Husband digs the brocante
He never liked the brocante, When we first married, he told me flea markets didn’t exist in France. When I saw one, I screamed, “Look!! It’s a flea market!” He replied, “That’s junk.” They didn’t exist because he thought that…
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Two Places Left for 2025, Diving in Dumpsters is on the List
Two more spots left for the French la Vie Journeys 2025 One is the first week in May, and the other is the first week in June. Please make sure to tap for details. Hey, Ladies, There are plenty of…
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Missed Calling in Life
While at a friend’s brocante shop I asked Yann to model one of the many kimonos, and did he ever model. Strike a pose! I want to buy many of these and have my guests sit around the dinner table…
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The Fainting Chair and the Tablecloth
Finding a second hand is where the actual hunt begins. Directions are seldom straightforward, even though straight is what they say…” Go straight,” says the man I have asked at the side of the road, his left hand flat, like…
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The Old Doll
How many hours spent playing, pretending, and being happy did this doll give? How many times did the child’s Mother pick up the little toys and put them away with care? And now her life is scattered on a brocanteur’s…
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What ChatGBT Said About My Blog
Chat GPT: I had to try it, I figured, since it scrapped everything on the internet: comments, memes, articles, messages, images, blogs… Hum, I have posted a blog every day since 2005. Maybe it knows something about my blog? So…