Yesterday morning at 6.30am in a howling gale and lashing rain I had the option of travelling locally to a Couturiers Puce flea market where the world and his auntie would be, or, I could drive forever to the middle of nowhere to a small chapel where a chateau attic had been emptied for a sale that was hardly advertised.
It was only a whisper we had heard and I wouldn`t have been surprised to get there and find nothing at all and then I would have missed the treasures at the other sale!
No competition..... the long drive it was then!! I am so glad I did it and the only other person I told was of course Miss Frou Frou who was making her own way there in the dark.
I am so glad we did it! There were so many treasures and , some amazing old tickings and blue flame.
This must be my favourite find. Three masked ball wigs for a Marquis and Marquise.
Move over Casanova.........
A la prochaine mes belles