Otherworldly (Paris) Experiences

Back in 2013 when Joan and I stayed in Paris for 3 months, I bought the most fabulous pair of boots in the world. I’ve worn them for more than 1,000 miles and they are starting to show their age. Like me. Like us. Like that octogenarian who couldn’t get the 4 foot door of the public toilet on a street corner to close so she just dropped trou’ like they were the walls of Jericho. I would say she had balls to do that but that has been fact checked.

As I am now back in Paris, I decided to try to replace said boots. I tried on no less than 20 pair. Included in my now-fluent “boot French” dialogue was: 1) I need a shorter heel, 2) what’s with the buckle?, 3) absolutely not, 4) too expensive, 5) I will think about it, 6) Is this Brazilian hide? 7) Oh, la la la la la, 8) Meh. I did not buy boots.

After boot shopping, I confess, I went to the flea market. As long as I’m confessing, I went to the flea market yesterday, too. It is otherworldly and indescribable. Maybe the pictures can be my words.

So much for wondering what I would do in Paris without The Husband. The only money I spent was for lunch at a fascinating little Guinguette.

Things I observed today:

1. 100% of the people wearing berets in Paris are not Parisian.

2. People can be creative with police tape. (A very large police presence was on my street this morning).

Tomorrow I attend fashion shows all day. I even have press credentials. I mail ordered them. Yep.

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  1. Enjoyed the flea market photos because those markets are never the same place twice and always see such variety!
    Laughing at the person who used restroom even without getting door shut – and hey – when you have to go –/ well ….
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    The video of the eatery interior was nice too
    And wishing you a nice week head

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    1. I appreciate you stopping by. I can’t get enough of the big flea market. I get lost and never see the same thing twice. That woman was a scream. I can’t wait to be old enough to get away with that kind of shenanigan!

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    1. If I knew how to buy a shipping container I would’ve filled it by now—not with the flying saucer which I think must be a conference room of some sort. Ugh. Coach on the way home! At least I won’t be trying to sleep.

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    1. Community tables which is why it was so fun. I love that you’re quoting Raymond Reddington! Spader is so creepy and awesome in that role. This flea market is ghastly large and they sell everything including the kitchen sink. I could get lost in there for days.

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  2. Alison, face it – flea markets are the bomb. They can be a trip through our rich, halcyon past, or a wander down the lane of bad taste … or a combination of the two. I particularly like flea markets in foreign countries because they’re always a look at history. For example: I remember my first trip to Eastern Europe and the stalls of Russian military memorabilia – fascinating. ~James

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    1. Yes, I always like to look through the baskets of old war memorabilia. I found a charming compass necklace charm at a small flea market in Paris a hundred years ago and I wear it every time I go to Paris. It has saved me from going the wrong way so many times. But the giant flea market in Paris is truly otherworldly. I’ve never seen anything like it.

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      1. That’s the problem. We can’t afford a one bedroom but our marriage couldn’t handle a studio (we keep different hours). Ah, well. I bet the taxes are outrageous.

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