Category: Brocante
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A Day in Provence
Notes from the day: Snow fell around Provence in the towns behind us and in front of us, the weather report says snow is coming but so far our village has not seen a snowflake. My fingers are…
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Twelve Years Blogging about the Brocante and More
In the beginning (twenty years ago) when I became an antique dealer, or as I like to say when the "brocante bug bite me", I went at it alone. It started when our garage was full, I decided to…
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The Look
The look that an antique dealer gets when she sees an antique she wants in another antique dealer's hand: Calm Steady Wishful thinking that the other person will put the desired antique down so she can grab it. Kind…
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Lucky Find
The much-needed rain poured down last night. I rolled over in bed thinking the brocante would be off in the morning, but by mid-day, it was clear enough to beg differently. The route to the brocante came alive after the…
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Remembering the French Muse as a Distraction
C A jar with a label that says: Orange Leaves. Packaging then. Simple daily elegance. Taking time and pleasure in the ordinary. Last week on the French Muse we saw such wonderful antiques, various things, simple…
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Between the Pages
Between the pages tucked in with sentences stories each word somehow caressing the root and heart with gentle guidance and at times a thunderbolt to the source nevertheless unveiling a life lived. Old books and papers notes from…
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