One of my very first posts was about markets in Paris (
Saturday mornings), and I've written about them since (
To market), but I don't believe I've ever written about brocante before. A brocante is a very specific kind of market - not a flea market where you have random guys selling socks and dodgy cosmetics, but a flea market that is full of interesting things - not specifically antiques, just
things (which tend to be pretty awesome). I personally love a good brocante, not so much to shop at them, but to take photos - you have to give the French credit, because at these markets, things are not just piled up on a table, they're all carefully arranged to look damn cool. So if you ever visit Paris and happen to see a sign for a brocante, try to swing by and see it - you may find a groovy little something to take home with you...
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| Cricket balls, pipes, police sign, boxes of Christmas ornaments, a wood and iron gate AND a Lenin banner - what could be better? |
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| Not so sure about the crazy dog in uniform (seriously, wtf?), but loving the rest of the stuff at this stall |
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| Oh, if I had an extra €900 lying around, this bad boy would have SO been coming home with me |
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| Clocks! Lamps! Clocks! Lamps! (and a couple of cool chairs, too) |
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| Chart of the human musculo-skeletal system, anyone? In French, no less. |
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| Furry critters |
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| Freaky hand lamp thingie |
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| Damn cool |
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| So nicely arranged |
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| Yes, that's a chamber pot. And it still smelled like a chamber pot. |
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| The dancing lady? The Buddha? The metal giraffes? I wanted them all! |
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