Marche au Puce

We started out sort of slow this morning. But a cup of coffee, a Chaussons Aux Pommes and a Pan au Chocolat got in the mood to get going.

We decided to leave the apartment:

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and head up to the Marche au Puce for the morning. It takes about a half hour from our stop on the Metro, and is a rather seedy neighborhood. (Not quite a banlieues, but not far away from one) We have been several times before, and always enjoy the trip.

Almost the first thing we spotted was this screen:

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Which we may end up picking up for our fireplace. I am not sure of the size, but we will check it out when we return.

It is hard to describe all the little shops, selling everything from Carousel Horses (and chickens)

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To machine guns (yes!) art deco lamps, Picasso plates, old ceramic jars, and stuffed monkeys:

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We saw more than one stuffed monkey at the marche. But I was not allowed to buy any of them. (I remember, though, that one time in Borneo my brother Matthew bought a monkey's paw. Or maybe it was a money skull. It was cool, in any case)

We eventually left the Marche, without any purchases. But before we left, we stopped by to look at the fireplace screen again. The fellow who was there was very nice. We took dimensions, and then asked if he would check and see if Le Train Bleu, the restaurant in the Gare de Lyon, was open on Sundays. He not only looked it up, but called and made us reservations! Now, isn't that nice?

C'est bon!