Going to the Brocante –
“It was like a time capsule, packed to the rafters with old furniture, books, photographs—layers upon layers of other people’s lives, all crammed into the same dusty space.”
— Tracy Chevalier, The Last Runaway
Brocanteurs are a special breed—part historian, part squirrel, part sentimental hoarder. They start with one charming object (a vintage spoon, a porcelain cat, a 1978 concert ticket stub), and before you know it, they’ve built a small museum no one asked for but everyone is oddly fascinated by.
Their shelves groan, their closets mutter, and yet, still they collect—not out of greed, oh no no no! They are the guardians of the past. The see things as oxygen, as living history, as seeds for beauty.
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