On sunday i decided to go for a wander to the flea market - la marché aux puces - with idea of finding an old, beaten up bikers jacket ('cos i'm a born to be wild kinda guy, y'know).

Between being hassled by assholes trying to cadge cigarettes, half eaten kebabs and /or my hard earned pennies, i managed to find my way way to the old feisty smelling bookstalls (freshly mown grass and musty books do 'things' to me) - I was severely tempted by very touching old photocards of soldiers and their families : who were they are, how did they live (or die), where are their descendants now.... sort of thing.

Reluctantly i turned away and found myself confronted by a beautifully arranged and laid out antiques dealers patch :









Although it's a bit biblical and all that, i really appreciate how much thought and attention that must've gone into the general look of the thing - by the way, the headboard, would look good in my new pad, but, y'know .... it's worth at least two months pay so i think i'll just have to wait until i find myself a sugar mommy ;-)

I must've spent a good hour cooing to my self at the next stand : it was full of the most wonderfull daphinous dresses (s'cuse meeeeee), really neat dress suits and attire from different periods - the boutique owners were both exqusitely dressed up in a turn of the century stylie : he appearing like someone straight out of a Sherlock Holmes novel (looking resplendant with a soigné, moustache and curly pipe, to boot) whilst his girlfriend would seem to have just freshly stepped out of a Charlotte Bronté novel.

In a nut shell, two very real life characters













I really dig old fashioned stuff ... the more older fashioneded the better :) ... but the two owners were a bit uneasy at my snapping away - eventually i was asked, ever so politely, to refrain from my activities and to leave the premises (for info, my camera was in 'museum' mode which meant that there was no flash and which also accounts for the colour saturation)