After years of planning, my friend Min and I made the
pilgrimage to the holiest of holies of flea markets in Europe:
Braderie de Lille
The journey rewarded us with more than we could have asked for including epiphany treasures, English china, picture frames and holy water fonts. Not to mention the delicious food and beautiful faces of Lille. Most importantly it gave us an escape from our every day lives to enjoy the kinder side of France and all the possibility she holds.
We had coffee and croissants every morning for breakfast, chips for lunch and a variety of gastric pleasures for dinner. The most important being the
moules-frites, which even I tried!
The sun shone and we were completely in our element, and with disposable cameras in hand we captured our adventure:
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| Min bargaining adeptly in French. |
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| Hostel Gastama in the old town. Min knows how to book 'em. |
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| New luggage to bring our loot back to the UK. |
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| Breakfast of champions! |
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| It's not a festival until someone is breathing fire. |
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| Resting my feet while I string together some of Min's broken chandelier crystals. |
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| Min's new Tuscan china, circa 1930. Find of the weekend. |
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| We're everywhere. |
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...and so are we. Viva la Mexico!
(Incidentally the best Mexican I've had in Europe to date.) |
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One of the cooler toilets I've seen on my journeys.
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Fin.
