Category: Brocante
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The Change that is Constant
Things change. Nothing remains the same. The wrinkles on my face show me that every time I look at myself in the mirror. Daily. An ironstone water pitcher, once a practical part of the bathroom or bedroom nightstand. Then…
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Brocante and Lunch
Simple pleasures: Brocante in the morning, followed by lunch, catching up with brocante friends in the afternoon. Spent some time meeting contacts for the next French Muse, plus planning artist's and antique dealer's homes for us to visit, for…
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Letters From the Past
Repost from 2009 The other day at the brocante I found a stack of letters written during World War Two (WWII) between a husband and his wife. The husband lived in the city, and the wife and their child…
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A House in the Middle of a Vineyard
Not far away from where I live is a big old abandoned house. It has stone walls, frame less windows, a basement, and gigantic wooden support beams without a roof. Over the…
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We Are One
We are one, all of us. No matter where we live, what we think, the color of our skin or what faith we hold true. We are one even if we are chipped, bruised, shackled, silent, rude, marching or…
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Purely Brocante
Purely brocante. Things I found at the brocante (Porte Vanves) for our apartment in Paris when we set it up three years ago. Most the items I found were within the first three months of being there. Porte Vanves…