This morning, too, I drove my car from town to town and went around the flea markets, but there was almost no harvest.
The first flea market I went to seemed to be canceled suddenly.
As I was rummaging through a narrow country road, I saw an oncoming vehicle passing by and waving its hand toward me.
Was there one here? Or is it harassment?
It was a dry shell
Monsieur just now told me about it, didn't he?
Pick yourself up and go to the next place
Lavender field after being cut as far as the eye can see
I'm looking forward to June when everything turns purple
drive more
This was held in a small space in a carpet of fallen leaves.
container made of stone
It seems to be very old, but I do not know the use
and very heavy
A heat-resistant dish with a nice texture that was given to us by an elderly couple.
You can see from its appearance that it has been used as a cooking utensil for many years, from the countless cutlery marks and deep coloring that has been carved into it.
After all, I like things where the time and scenery that I have traced can be seen as an appearance of nothingness.
Even if it's not from a famous kiln, even if it's in tatters
After that, I visited several flea markets and antique shops, but I didn't have many encounters today.
In the town I visited on the way, there was an antique shop that caught my attention.
If you look inside through the window, you will find many antiques standing quietly in a quiet space where time seems to have stopped.
And I like the atmosphere
Gunununu,,,
i hope i can visit again someday
On the way back, we passed through many splendid sycamore tunnels and stopped at a town called Uzes .
A big marche was held in Uzes and it was very lively.
I forgot to take a picture, but there are many fashionable madams and monsieurs with marche bags, it's wonderful
I procured baguettes from the bakery, returned to the inn, and had my husband make lunch for me.
