Category: Brocante
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Missed Calling in Life
While at a friend’s brocante shop I asked Yann to model one of the many kimonos, and did he ever model. Strike a pose! I want to buy many of these and have my guests sit around the dinner table…
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The Fainting Chair and the Tablecloth
Finding a second hand is where the actual hunt begins. Directions are seldom straightforward, even though straight is what they say…” Go straight,” says the man I have asked at the side of the road, his left hand flat, like…
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The Old Doll
How many hours spent playing, pretending, and being happy did this doll give? How many times did the child’s Mother pick up the little toys and put them away with care? And now her life is scattered on a brocanteur’s…
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What ChatGBT Said About My Blog
Chat GPT: I had to try it, I figured, since it scrapped everything on the internet: comments, memes, articles, messages, images, blogs… Hum, I have posted a blog every day since 2005. Maybe it knows something about my blog? So…
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What is Your Happy Place
“Je Suis…” In English, it means “I am.” Whenever I go to anything remotely like a brocante, I am instantly drawn into a world of irresistible allure – my whole body fizzes with excitement. A friend in my hometown in…
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Letters from WWII
The other day at the brocante, I found a stack of letters written during World War Two (WWII) between a husband and his wife. At first, I was drawn to them because of how they were worn and stacked…