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.
We were at the brocante French Husband and I standing at the stand of a dealer that I regularly buy from. It amazes me over and over again at the stuff these dealers have to offer. Not one or two or five things that I like but let's say except one or two or five things that I do not like. While summing up what they had and what I wanted to buy I realized that the main dealer, the person's husband wasn't there. So I asked (in French),
"How is your husband? Is he okay (il est bien)?"
The dealer, an attractive women with a ready smile, starred at me quizzically. At first I thought her stare meant something was wrong so I put my hand to my heart, repeating myself,
"He is okay?"
She turned to her grown son (who suffers mental difficulties) and offered, "Yes, my son is good. Thank you."
With that it was my turn to look as her quizzically. Obviously something wasn't right. Did she think I thought her son was her husband? I cautiously added, "I can see your son is good, but but what about your husband is he okay?" With that said she looked at me as if something "clicked", an understanding you might say, she nodded her head upwards as one does when one finally gets something.
"Yes, yes, mais oui (but yes) he is well."
French Husband and I collected our purchases, said our goodbyes and headed towards the car. Then French Husband turned to me and asked, "Corey can I correct your French?" Usually when he says this I know that two or three seconds earlier I have made an embarrassing faux pas. I braced myself, "Sure. What was wrong this time?"
"Well when you asked "Il est bien?" You thought you were asking, "Is he okay?". But "Il est bien?" Doesn't translate that way. You need to ask instead "Il va bien?". When you said, il est bien, it was understood as, "He is good" like in a sexy cute way such as: "Is he good?" As in he's nice. You know what I mean by good and nice?"
Fifty shades of RED is what I became.
"You mean to say when I ask people tu est bien, or il est bien, I have been saying, "Your goooooood or he is goooooooood?!!!" Oh God." Red endured.
You can be sure I won't be asking that anytime soon. Correction learned. Red fading.
We went to see the Mucem and have dinner.
Our friend Carrie wanted to take our photo.
French Husband didn't want to have lipstick on his face.
When I told him the lipstick I had on didn't leave marks
(Merci Yves Saint Laurent.)
Well let's just say I opened a flood gate.
On April 1st the French give each other chocolate fish called: "Friture." The tradition has it that on the 1st of April children try to stick a homemade paper fish onto people’s backs without the person knowing it, then run away yelling ‘poisson d’avril’, which is like saying, "April Fool". The tagged person is meant to give the trickster fritures, small chocolate fish.
Since Easter is usually around April 1st, the chocolate fish "fritures" are given at Easter as well.
Back in the day, or I should say in the year 1900s give or take another thirty or so, the French mailed Poisson d'Avril cards to one another.
When French Husband first told me about this April's Fool fish thing it was back in 1987.
I had come to France to meet his family. During this time, which happen to be around the first of April he told me that April's Fool was all about a fish tapped or pinned to someone's back...
A few days later it was April first. I had made two small red fish. French Husband and my Belle Mere (Mother in Law) were going to a meeting. Before they left I tapped one fish on French Husband's back and another on my Belle Mere's back.
I was tickled beyond belief at how "French" I felt as they walked out the door to their meeting.
When they came back I asked if anyone had noticed the fish tapped to their backs?
"What fish they asked?"
Their eyes widen as it registered what I was talking about, they quickly looked at each other's backs. I told them I had taped the fish to their backs before they left for their meeting.
Neither of them were very amused.
In fact they looked at me like I was some sort of alien fish. I could feel myself sinking, going down stream. I had made a faux pas on the day were faux pas are expected. Duh.
French Husband questioned, "You put a fish on our backs as we went to a very important meeting with our lawyer?"
"Uh huh. I did. But in my defense I didn't know the meeting was important."
Needless to say they didn't buy me any fritures...chocolates.
I felt such a fool.
After dinner they started to see they humor in it. Maybe the few glasses of wine helped.
Then as most jokes later are retold and told again they found it hilarious.
And eventually congratulated me on such a comic pull.
But still no fritures.
I have never fished anyone again.
Nor have I bought those fritures.
Though the old French "Poisson d'Avril" cards, that is another addiction.
Have you ever played a prank on the first of April? If so tell me about it in the comment section, and or if you have had a prank pulled on you.
While in Paris visiting Sacha and the brocante (Chelsea was with a friend) we talked and talked about his classes...
He is my Boy Boy.
He doesn't have much money this month. He spent a great deal trying to film a documentary he had to work on for class. Though due to circustances out of his control the water was too murky to film, and the project was postponed.
He was bit bummed.
Dessert to the rescue.
Happiness comes with strawberries and cream.
He also asked his Dad for some cash.
When Yann gave him an advance, Sacha gave most of it back.
I can manage on just twenty.
Oh the joy of watching your child become a beautiful adult.
Strawberries and cream.
Brocante joy. Really. Truly. It was one of the best this Sunday.
Though you might not think so by this photo.
French Husband looks baffled, bewildered, bothered...bugged.
But no, honestly the photo is deceiving, he is hiding his brocante joy.
The brocante dealer seems to be saying, "What are you looking at?"