One good thing about living in small quarters is that consumerism is always balanced against a reality check. ‘Where are we going to put that?’ This essential question prevents many impulse buys.
Today we braved the sunny, but bitterly cold weather to browse a brocante at the Cours de Vincennes. I like browsing brocantes – basically a huge collective garage sale – and seeing what stuff people have somehow stuffed away in their homes.
Of course, there are the professional brocanteurs selling antiques, but these open-air affairs still strike me as pretty personal. Where did it all come from? What meaning did the owners derive from such random knick-knacks?
It’s a lot of the same – copious dishware, scuffed wooden tables, questionable artwork, yellowing books. What you’re really looking for are the oddball items, the things that tell a story. Strange figurines, funny furniture, roadside signs.
We weren’t bundled up properly, so there wasn’t much lingering. There’s always next time, though – and the next big find.
What’s your best find at a brocante or flea market? Strangest item you’ve ever seen?