So first things first, you have to look cool to go to the brocante and my little French granddaughter, Tiana, looked cool enough I think.
The brocante was in one of my favourite places, a village outside Paris. People empty their attics and clear their garages and bring out some amazing things that I want and they dont.
I love that people set their stalls up outside their homes so they can nip inside, warm up and get a coffee whenever they choose.
As is the case in France dogs take part as well as humans. This one put me off looking on the stall as it looked far from friendly.
Tiana takes things very seriously at the brocante. She is remarkably good whenever we take her. Maybe it's all the colours and action.
This is the sort of thing the French sell at the brocante, heaven to me, hell to them.
Dogs don't have to be real as most stalls have at least one toy dog sitting on them.
And this is some of what I came away with. Now to turn them into something totally new for
Ghost Furniture.
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