The French brocante offers more than old things from someone's attic and more than boxes of disheveled junk. The French brocante is not just a place to find unbeatable prices for disregarded items, or the chance to find an unbelievable Picasso. It is a living museum with touch-able history where you can be the digger in the archaeological site and take your finds home.
At the brocante French Husband and I met a dealer who collects Roman artifacts. The dealer has been collecting for years, he started selling not so long ago. His stand was full of rare interesting pieces... he freely shared his knowledge and stories. I became a sponge, soaking up every word. I think I must have asked two thousand questions that started with: "What is this?"
I must admit I usually spend most my time at the brocante looking for things that speak in muted colored romance, old things that have more than their fair share of age, brocante items that have little monetary value but rather tell a story, depict a feeling. I guess you could say I am a sucker for worn beauty. Uneven certainty in worn items strikes a balance with me.
Old coins, especially Roman artifacts, the dealer at the brocante told me are often found in fields where Roman roads traversed... he mentioned that when a field has recently been toiled bits and pieces from the past are brought to the surface.
Driving home I looked at the poppy fields with new insight... Battles fought, lives lost, bits and pieces, stories, memories, buried within... and red poppies bloom.
Maybe my new hunting ground should be in recently toiled fields
but I think I would pick flowers instead.
The brocante offers plenty without trespassing.
What is your newest find?