For those of you who have been reading my blog, you know that I have the brocante bug badly, and that living in France is a cure and a curse for those of us who have it
Because any day, all day whether a brocante fair, second hand store, someone's garage, Ebay.fr, or the dumpster there is something to be had to feed the bug.
Because it is endless which makes the bug more hungry.
So those who have the brocante bug either open a shop, become a hoarder or go through withdrawals.
We went to Carpentras, like we usually do..
The first thing I noticed was that the tree lined parking lot (That the brocante is held at.) was missing a few century old trees.
Several had been cut. I hope they are not going to cut anymore! They most likely were ill, and I noticed that they had replanted trees which was reassuring.
Francine, the fabric lady.
A ton of fabric every weekend.
I have decided that I cannot go fully MCM. I can do a touch of it, I can mix it in, I can breath and live with that. Cassis will be a mix, otherwise I will suffocate. That is the problem with the brocante bug it likes everything old, but has its favorites to play with.
A wooden floor panel on top of an iron frame with wheels.
A bag of old lace on the ground.
A bag of pitchers.
A lady walking by lace curtain panels.
Paper mache puppet heads.
A bucket with a rosary.
The reflection of the trees in a mercury mirror
Philippe's stand. One of my favorites.
Boxes and boxes of linens.
An 1800s gilded wooden Madonna
on top of a blue suitcase.
Pick through that for the pearl.
Carpentras sets up at 9:30 am sometimes 10 am.
Well dressed future brocanteur.
The bug lurks.
Mid century modern.
Cannot do it.
But not to live with because I like the other "stuff" more.
A wicker garden chair, zinc wash buckets, and an oval framed portrait.
Jesus figurine on Palm Sunday in a zinc pail.
Tools for different purposes, for different seasons.
A book on the history of America.
Another one of my favorite stands.
A taxidermy peacock.
Boxes to explore.
Two wooden oars, two massive wine bottles.
A toile paravent.
Susan from Vancouver noticed me at the brocante. She told me that she is a friend of two mutual friends of mine that I met through blogging... One friend is Jill, who Sacha stayed with in Vancouver and who I feel I know but have never met and another is Jani and Rob whom I have met several times.
The wonderful world of blogging about the brocante.
Susan designs and makes clothes from antique linen.
Ratatouille is the name of her brand.
A carousal car and garden chairs.
And the plant lady who never fails to have a variety of plants amongst boxes of everything under the sun.