Sunday brocant

Trying to catch up here... I haven't had time to write.

On Sunday, Kippy, Judith, Ann and I drove to a brocant about an hour away in Mezilles, taking a side trip to the charming city of Joigny, where I shall live in my next life.








At the brocant, we started off with a lunch of sausage and fries and a bottle of wine, then spent several hours browsing the brocant, where we found little treasures. I got a hand-painted sugar bowl and creamer from Brittany; I've been looking for something a little unique for when I serve tea at home. Ann got a vintage French insurance company sign which will look perfect in her den, Judith found a very old bobbin with silk thread (remember, she's a weaver) and some monogrammed napkins with her and her husband's initials! Kippy found an old basket designed to carry the long loaves of French bread.





We got home in time for dinner with everyone else and as most of the crew drifted up to bed around 11:00, Ann, Jerome and I pulled the folding chaise lounges into the courtyard and watched for meteorites. Within 20 minutes we saw two that took our breath away, then it was time for bed.


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