Are you ready for the weekly French brocante tour from the land of plenty. To see the juxtaposition of age, history, purpose, the charming and the invaluable all jumbled together for the pleasure of the discerning eye.
And of course for the brocante bug's longing desire.
A scale of some sort with a bird on it.
I should have asked what it was for. But someone was looking at it, and it would have been rude and a big no-no in the brocante world to interrupt someone in the middle of a negotiation.
Hence a scale of some sort?
This piece fascinated me. It had two decorative carved bone sides that were sewn together. In the middle was a piece of silk, a pouch that barely opened. Was it for a lock of hair?
A round glass hand-painted candy box.
Paper cut outs of tourists and the Eiffel tower. I over heard an American say to her friend, "I got such a great deal, these people do not know the value of what they have!" She was carrying a large stuff animal.
Small wooden paintings, they were from the same artist.
Hatpins in two large vases, or were those extraordinary wine glasses?
The wind blowing through these undergarments, as if the owner's spirit was set free.
Why didn't I ask about this?
Forty euros each.
Wooden toy houses.
I thought of Shelley, who reads my blog, "Maybe these would be good for her project?"
Tapestry fragments. 80 Euros plus for the smallest fragment. The ones shown were a couple hundred.
This one is worth a small car.
The French Brocante Mascot!
Two massive copper watering can.
A collection of 1920 to 40s drawings of fashion models.
Aren't these english?