My mom and I went to several markets au puces, literally markets of fleas. They're everywhere in France, even in chic Paris.
Our favorite market however was in a tiny village we stopped at on a whim. A tiny little collection of stone homes built right next to limestone cliffs overlooking a river.
|they built the homes right into the side of limestone cliffs overlooking a river|
There was plenty of vintage eye candy. I wanted it all (and a Titantic-size suitcase to bring it back in)
|beautiful mirrors and makeup tins|
|love the old phones!|
|swooning over the buttons!|
|how about some vintage white blouses?|
|love that table and those chairs|
|old books and a fur stole. perfect combination.|
What I love about France is their appreciation for the old. All of their buildings, their art, everything has been preserved. And while they've also embraced new, modern designs, they've done it in a way that enhances the old. It's something I think America has just started doing-- treasuring things from the past.