Along little roads between large patches of trees,mottled green and yellow corn fields, patches of the last red poppies amongst white lace flowers,past huge gates to Chateaux and sign boards to local wineries and Cave..
We saw wild Reindeer next to the woods near a still sleepy village. It took just under two hours to reach our destination via all this beauty, and we nicknamed our driver (husband) " Mr Bean" -since even with the help of "Penelopy" (the GPS lady) we still had to do a lot of "u-turns" and reversing once into a field!
The narrow roads does not allow for uninformed curious brocante searchers to make a gracious turn when needed.
Finding parking is another obstacle to overcome once arriving at destination, and we did find a good space a few blocks away right next to an attractive gold Republique Francaise sign..
Unfortunately for us, and all sellers and browsers out today, rain came pouring down which continued for at least two hours. Dealers started packing up and by 11 o'clock most dealers had left and browsers dissapeared.
I'm sure they must be the locals that know next month all these dealers will be back, or where to find them at another village, another weekend.
I did not mind the rain after yesterday's heat. I kept going ,peeping under the plastic covers that covered the few tables of sellers sitting it out, since it will be a long time for me before I get to visit this brocante again.
One very relaxed seller of religious objets, just poured a glass of wine, sat next to his table with his black brolly, watching everyone flapping around. Perhaps being in the company of all those objets, just kept him calm and happy.. I loved everything he had on display and left with these..
..another happy lady/seller who had plenty of shelter and did not rush to pack all her goods away, had heaps of linen on trestle tables. Old and new mixed together with florals and one had to dig in. When she saw that I was trying to find the one and only monogrammed anything, she called me to her van, and pulled out a box of what I thought were lenths of old linen edged with beautifull handmade lace. I new immediatly I was onto a good thing and I suppose - not very wisely- did not even unwind the tightly rolled pieces with only the lace exposed- but what I saw was enough for me! Communication was problematic but the love for lace was shared..
When we arrived home and unpacked, we discovered they were all Priest's Albs and some Coir boy's smocks ! I LOVE them! my daughter claimed a small coir smock for herself, and I keep on touching them- all different, antique linen, handmade lace and really special...
"Mr Bean" could not resist this LIMOGES Bisque Chopin on blue enamel collumn- on his way to bring the car closer to us girls still browsing in pouring rain.
A most wonderfull day it has been!...