Category: Brocante
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Mama says OM
Cool is Blue Plastic The day my son stood in front of his bedroom door and said, “My room is not for sale!” I knew my buying and selling days at the flea market were coming to an end! Everything…
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Why Not?
Why not give flowers? Why not give joy? Why not say sorry before the other one does? Why wait?
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Marché aux Puces in Marseilles
Flea Market in Marseilles Just a few hours into Saturday morning, dark and early, before the roosters had a chance to dream, I would go to the Marché aux Puces, flea market in Marseilles. Friday night my checklist would unfold:…
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French Antique
Stone urn with harp and flame
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Dinner with a paint brush
When I arrived in France I didn’t speak a word of French. Humble pie was my constant buddy, observing in silence my new vehicle and redecorating was how I stayed focus during dinner parties. Those dinner parties where…
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French flea markets and other tales
LAY FAUX TOY “Corey, there are two…eu…eu…chairs, old ones! Nice ones! Well, I think they are nice. A person upstairs is throwing them away, the chairs are outside my office building; Should I bring them home?!” My husband says out…
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