but keep walking. there’s another market just a few steps away…
i found an old old old photo album. it was so perfect. elegant slits to slide in photos. frames. borders. threaded binding. yellowed pages. i would have bought it, but there were still photos inside. and i’d have feel awful if i deprived those photos of their only (beautiful) home. so, my new search is for an old and empty photo album. because i don’t want to be the cause of stacks of homeless photos.
ooooooo. this catches your eye. vintage wedding dresses. a basket full of vintage scraps. ooooooooooo. you wander into the little shop and marvel at all the beautiful buttons, hats, dresses, gloves, scarves, and earrings that are being sold. but you leave your camera in your purse because it’s more polite. when you’re ready to leave, you say dank u, exit, and head back to the flea market…
the best part.
the price. let’s just say, after seeing the prices of vintage clothing in paris and strasbourg, one becomes a bit depressed. but in this little market, 5 euros can get you a gorgeous dress… or 15 or 25 in a boutique… much, much, much more affordable.
sadly, you see people taking down their tents and boxing up their goods. and so you go inside a few shops to warm up, then it’s back to exploring!