Postcards from Paris: The Brocante Scene

Last week, my first Saturday upon returning back to Paris I was dressed in layers, but the sun was out. A friend had discovered a little corner of color near her neighborhood, and wanted to share her discovery with me. Being in a new neighborhood myself, I understand. Solo-exploration can be invigorating, but I find that once that cool-spot is found, immediately I find myself wishing that there was someone around to share it with.
With that, we walked along a hustle and bustle boulevard, then to turn onto a less busy avenue, and around the corner with a greeting from colorful store facades on the rue Ternaux. We dined, and then explored. Surrounding that little neighborhood is brocante after brocante, each holding within themselves discoveries of their own. Each linen, lace doilie, lamp, trinket amongst trinkets had a story to tell; a history of who, when, and where.
And time can be passed so easily just by thinking about each story that comes along with the worned, well-loved treasures.
It's Saturday again, the days so far this week have been shaded by gray clouds and rain, but today the sun shines. I'm off to more discoveries!
Bisous,
Reba





Bisous,
Reba