Chance brocantes, chance buys and so my hunt for mismatched coquetiers is finally over ! Speaking of brocantes, we’ll be setting up stall this Sunday for the very first time with the parents of our good friend who are old brocante hands. We’ll be selling knick-knacks from the mother-in-law’s basement and whatever I can gather around our apartment that we have no use for as this was quite a last-minute decision. Looking forward to browsing the wares at other stalls, not looking forward to the 6.30am setup time.
Lyon last month on what’s probably the hottest day of the year. I was so drowsy after lunch (side track: unbelievably amazing carpaccio de boeuf, so delicate it resembles lace) we had to stop for a nap in a random park. Can’t say I know the city well even though I’ve popped by numerous times ever since my first visit to France. We usually spend our days with the family and ate very well, more often than not, at home.
We are off to Spain and the south of France the next few weeks to see our family and friends there. Given my ongoing interest in all things ethnic identity and family heritage, I’m pretty chuffed* to be visiting the French Basque Country for the first time where half of the husband’s family is from. Here’s leaving you with a photo of Lolo looking very contemplative as I need to get back to packing. Haven’t used the backpack since our last rough-it-out trip to Sichuan’s Kham region last year !
* Not so chuffed perhaps: My inability thus far to convince the husband to get me a makila.
Happy to be living in the northeast of Paris, walking distance from two canals and away from the buzz of the Seine. A cheap bottle of French wine and a couple of friends I can call up on short notice make for a rather pleasant jaunt to make the most out of the extra evening daylight this time of the year.