Today is the day I seek out all of the goodies and deals at the infamous Paris flea markets. First stop (actually the only planned stop) Marche aux Puces St-Ouen. I'm in search of leather goods and read several books recently that said I would find what I was looking for here. Fingers and toes crossed.
As I leave the apartment I see what equates to my very own neighborhood flea market, taking place right outside my front door. Huh. I check out a few stalls. They'll be here all day, so I'll hit them when I get back.
Before I leave the neighborhood I decide to take some photos around my apartment.
|The front door to my apartment building.|
This is my apartment building. My windows are on the top floor. The farthest left is my bathroom, to the right of it, my kitchen window. Around the corner are my living room windows (2) and farthest right is my bedroom window.This is the clothing boutique across the street with the magical disappearing shutters.
This a children's boutique. I loved her window dressings.
I wish I would have snapped a photo of the one before this, it was darling too.
I take the Metro north of Paris to the outskirts of the city, near the Sacre-Coeur area, which is an area up on a hill. I mention this because it is the coldest day of my trip and I'm certain there is a wind chill. Brrrr! I'm now regretting that I didn't buy a hat when I had the chance.
When I get to Marche Aux Puces I'm quickly greeted by street sellers trying to hock their wares on me. Faux Rolex watches, souvenirs, etc. I politely decline and quickly move toward the 'Pièce de résistance' of flea markets. Once inside - I begin my search for all things leather. Unfortunately, I'm not having much luck. There are some leather goods, but they're not finished / polished - more along the lines of 'raw leather', too rough - sadly not what I'm looking for. I do happen upon a nice Indian vendor who has a lot of really lovely cashmere scarves from India - Kashmir to be exact. :-) He's trying the hard sell, but I want to see what the other vendors have before I make a purchase. I tell him I'll be back, but I don't think he believes me. He then calls out a better price, I tell him I'll be back.
Back near the flea market vendors, on the main drag in my neighborhood, I passed lots of cool stuff. I was tempted by this really cool Japanese teapot, but my luggage was already SO heavy. I came across a baker who had tons of bread. The samples were YUMMY! I couldn't resist taking these photos.
The streets were packed with shoppers trying to make deals with the local vendors. My tummy began to growl, so the search for a place for dinner became the focus. There were lots of options: French, Japanese, Italian, Chinese, etc. I settled on Café du Marché des Enfants Rouges. In a word it was FABULOUS!