Every morning I awake to a bedful of sun.
The view from where I lay and other details of my bedroom…
Flea market finds! These are all from Foire nationale à la brocante et au jambon the twice yearly flea market that comes to Paris. And that I only know about thanks to Jeanne from Kansas!
Falling to pieces old books with incredible covers.
Sweet monogrammed napkins. I'll use for dishtowels.
A small mountain of paper, only some of which I'll tease you with here. Some with a stamp of the Napoleonic Empire!
Embroidered tablecloths. The white one is COVERED with embroidery with red stitching along the hem, in perfect condition. 10 euros!
My "stranger" for dinner was another blogger who lives in La Borne, France, a small village of potters a couple hours south by train. Chrissy arrived bearing gifts made by her husband Hugh along with a lovely bottle of Sancerre wine. I was especially thrilled by that as I'd written it down as one to try while here in Paris.
I was utterly charmed by my new friend and enjoyed spending the last few days together. What a rare treat. Especially for someone like me who leans towards introversion. You wouldn't know it from all the yacking we did. Thoroughly enjoyable from start to finish.