an old time Becassine
and even an Elvis
In the end I found a lovely little silver chair to add to my chair collection.
We strolled down to Bastille and turned onto the rue St. Antoine. This neighborhood used to be its own village separate from
The guide books say, don’t worry about directions to Les Puces, just follow the crowd as it tumbles off the Metro at Pte. de Clignancourt. How true! After making our way through the outer section selling all manner of clothing, we found the warrens that house the historic flea market. My favorite part of the market was a little café nestled in the heart of it where a woman was singing Edith Piaf tunes to the Sunday afternoon patrons. But I did spy this little chair which I left living in Les Puces in the care of the "fishers of the moon."