We got into the car at the crack of dawn, locked the gates and set off for the brocante.
We had travelled less than 100 yards when we hit the "brouillard" .... very, very thick fog which then stayed with us for most of the journey. Mark had to concentrate really hard throughout the two and a half hour journey to see the road. How I managed to snore most of the way there fast asleep I will never know. I really must ask him to concentrate quieter next time!!
The brocante, as always, was fast and furious with what seemed like many more buyers than usual. The morning turned out to be the usual 'dash' around the ground followed by the inevitable "bun fight" for stock - but I was really pleased with the treasures I found and managed to come away with.
Here are just a few.
A stunning hand painted silk portiere from the 1800s.
A 'delicieux' old gesso frame and wonderful 'couronnes'
Not just one tiny crown but two and.......
..........and a chatelaine embellished with a stork and butterflies.
And then, after a break for coffee, a magnificent 'ciel de lit' bed canopy........
...and, from an old, closed down Paris bijoutier jewellers shop, I found an array of jewellery stands.
and a box brimming with gorgeous tiny silver entwined monogram initials.
A sweet children's alphabet and numbers set....
and some tiny porcelain feves of 'Marie Antoinette' style shoes.
This is just a glimpse of the hoard but my most favourite find must be this old box with a sepia script label stuck on it, to find inside......
.... tiny hand-made doves and flowers for cake decorations.
Quite simply a 'perfect day'.
A la prochaines mes belles