Polaroids from Paris: {Le Marché aux Puces}

At the end of the metro line 4, Porte Clignancourt, through the stands of Asian-imported shoes and bags, cheap clothing, and a number of Rastafarian outlets selling varied scented incense, one will eventually get to the good stuff. The stuff that is worn down with age, the things that are slightly tattered, objects that once shined brand new, but now have a translucent layer of time on them. 
Vintage Playing Cards, French books of Bridge-playing, and old champagne caps with vintage graphics are just a few things on their way to Savannah.

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