Tonight, I was going through some pictures that I took while I was in Paris last year, and found an old favorite. I took this at a funky little shop in Puces de Paris-St Ouer. "Puces" means "fleas", and this is probably the largest, though not the funkiest flea market in the city.
This was the result of some French holsehold decluttering - perhaps the previous owners were selling their flat!
I want to go back! Soon!