A small town not far away from where I live had a brocante today. When we first arrived we were unfortunately greeted with vendors selling used clothing and toys which isn't bad if that is what you are looking for, but in our case, it was far from what we had expected. Nevertheless, part of brocanting is the hunt so off we trodded hoping to find our pot of gold. One thing is certain if you go to small-town French brocantes you will see plenty that you do not want, but when you do find something you want the reward will be the price.
We left with armfuls and very pleased with our morning hunt.
Allison, Sarah, Deanna, and Sue hamming in up with not century-old pottery pots of
Olives, pickles, mustard, and honey.
I hope you will join me one day.
xxx
Love the story and the last picture! They could almost use those labels as nicknames on the trip,lol: Olives, pickles, mustard, and honey.
Posted by: Diogenes | 09 September 2019 at 07:36 AM
Love the story and the last picture. They could use those labels as nicknames on the trip: Olives, pickles, mustard, and honey, lol.
Posted by: Diogenes | 09 September 2019 at 07:38 AM
I would have loved even this. What fun!
Posted by: Marilyn | 09 September 2019 at 10:15 PM