We filled the main house with relics and prizes from the local brocantes, the second hand bric-a-brac markets. However badly rusted, flaking, dented it was, we were charmed by each item. Cast-offs, objects near the end of their life, their usefulness already given to other people in other settings, could play out their final years for us, until they crumbled finally into the dust which fell steadily from the ceilings and walls.
From The Lantern
there are brocante markets on Sunday. Some will be full of wonders, others tatty but incredibly expensive household artefacts. Some of these fairs will offer up just what you’ve been looking for at a bargain price, others will be full of old rubbish. France
Each to his own, but whatever your taste you can usually find something to intrigue and tempt, like this little selection from
This painting caught my eye:
And this carved wood panel on a sideboard: