A confession: It’s been several years since I last visited the Paris flea market at the porte de Clignancourt. Why I wonder? Particularly when I love searching in the stalls and boutiques in the hope of finding something beautiful and unexpected, how could I have not been back there in such a long time?
Clignancourt is the largest flea market in Paris, spilling over several blocks, into alleys and covered halls with boutiques featuring almost anything one can imagine.
The last time I was there I found a beautiful collection of fashion illustrations from the 1920s. They’re now framed and hanging in my office.
The very best part of the day will be my lunch with Sharon Santoni. As those of you who regularly follow her gorgeous blog know she is an expert at separating the pearls from the detritus at brocantes and les marches aux puces. (We’ve done this before and thanks to her I discovered a gorgeous crystal chandelier for Andrea’s and Will’s dining room in Chicago.)
I’m taking my camera so I can show you what I find. I’m thinking gifts, but beyond that. . .who knows?