When going to the French brocante there is literally something for everyone. Most people who go to the brocante know what they are looking for, or at least know what they like.
I spotted a telescope.
French Husband spotted a very loved stuffed whatever.
"Puppy love," I cheered 'cause French Husband has a thing for loved worn stuffed animals. I mean he loves them. The more worn the better. The one he found at the brocante was as he said, "... had many years of being loved."
I don't think it was a puppy, it could have been a cat but puppy love stirs memories of "first love". It could have been a tiger... who knows, as it was so worn... French Husband said it was, "Loved period."
I forgot the telescope with all the cooing over the stuffed whatever.
Some people go to the brocante and stay focused. As for me I am finding my husband catching the BROCANTE BUG badly, and because of it I am happily distracted.
Sawdust stuffed animal.
Not my expertise.
Just my husband's new addiction. It sure beats caving.