On the way home a flea market happened to sprout up. Wonders never cease: It was an evening flea market where the locals gathered with bits and pieces of this, that and the other. I found more than I expected to considering that amount of clothing, toys, books and not so old stuff that usually shows up at these type of flea markets. If it hadn't been on the way home I would have never stopped.
Rule of the fleamarket: Expect the unexpected.
The very first thing I saw was an anchor. Ever since we bought a place in Cassis I seem to notice seascapes, boats, blue, fishing rods, paddles, oyster dishes... Not that I buy any of it, or imagine any of it going in our place, but I have been noticing it.
Though if I found a mermaid painting from the 1800s I would be tempted, or if I found a treasure chest, or a message in a bottle, or a figurehead well I would dive in.
I loved the old back hoe sort of thing... My dad would be shaken his head if he could read this, "Corey, Corey you do not know what this is? What happened to your farm girl vocabulary?"
If I could blink my eyes and have things land in my mother's yard, I would have blinked all the above to her.
While at the flea market I met some older "brocanteurs" I know. I have been buying from them for years. We talked a bit, and then they told me about some "places" I had not heard of before. Inside scoop you might say. When they gave me the addresses they said, "When you go there tell them we sent you." I nearly bent down and kissed their feet. Okay I did.
Rule of the flea market: You never know what you might find.