We have been lucky here this year as wonderful weather continues. The days have been warm and we’ve had very little rain. Truly an Indian Summer.
Rain was forecast for both Saturday and Sunday. I had one brocante on Saturday that I would have done if the weather was really nice, but when I woke it was showering and so I chose to stay home and prepare for our departure on the 11th of October.
Sunday was just cloudy and threatening so I headed out planning only two that I felt would be worth the trip. One was near Charles de Gaulle airport and set around a lake. I had never been to Le Thillay and thought it sounded nice. Turns out there were far too many children’s clothes and toys for my liking but managed to find a few little items to make the trip worth while.
From there I headed west and a bit north to Presles. I had never been to this one either and found it better than Le Thillay.
As I wander past stand after stand of children’s clothes and toys at who knows how many brocantes, my eyes are always alert for the little jewels that may be waiting for me. This afternoon I found two little gems that just made me smile. I have no idea what I’ll do with them or even how often I’ll use them, but I loved them the minute they caught my eyes.
The second piece is also very old and I’ll have to do a little more research on the trademark to date it.
Both pieces are in incredible condition for their age.
Will I use them or sell them? I’m undecided at the moment. I just wanted to have them.
My son-in-law (aka: my sherpa when he’s with me at the brocantes) made a comment that pretty much says it all. Upon returning from a long day of brocanting he said:
You know it’s not about how much money I spent today, or the treasures I found, as I had so much fun today that I could put everything that I bought in the trash and it would still have been a fantastic experience.
All the early morning get ups, all the rain-outs, all the ventures into the countryside or to an unknown village tucked out of the beaten path are worth it for the beauty of the scenery, the interchange with the locals, the wonderful things that we can’t afford but spend a few minutes admiring, the little treasures that you can afford to buy and are small enough to bring home with me, the interesting curios from days way gone by that a vendor explains in depth with great pride… and so much more that you just can’t put in to words.
Next Sunday is my grand finale of 2013… Amiens
What a way to end an incredible year for me treasure hunting.