At the brocante one must dare to open-unroll-and untie things, and get dirty.
(Some how that above sentence insinuates something other than chinign (antiquing) at the brocante... or maybe the brocante is just plain sexy?)
The other day at the brocante I found a long narrow painting on canvas which was rolled up and tied with a string. Of course, I dared to untie it, unroll it, and much to my surprise found a painting a mile long.
What was your latest discovery?