brocante

There are small furry brown bees harvesting the pollen and the nectar from the purple flowers of the plants at the end of the table. The table is covered with a tartan-patterned oilcloth, a pink metal chair to the left and a white metal chair to the right.

The friend comes out and says that it is time to go.

Pick up the bag with the camera and go

There is an old telephone, a French machine. A man with grey curly hair says thirty five. That is a bit much.

There is a set of cut-glass drinking tumblers. The man says three Euros.

For the lot. That is cheap.

Ten coffe cups, porcelain. Three Euros.

Admire a decorative plate, complete with modelled food. It has been bought by a friend. She has a good eye for things like that,  that is a beautifully made item.

In its original box. 

complete 

ummarked.

Go back to the telephone.

Thirty euros.

It is nearly one hundred years old.

The sale is done.

Then it is over, eat at the food store of the brocante, the car boot market in french style.

And back home, to collapse.

into bed, the journey the day before yesterday was too much after all.