Boules

A few years ago, Mary Gilbert drug me to the 20eme to what was advertised as a "grande brocante" that would cover many streets in Quartier Saint-Blaise. We had visions of miles and miles of antique French treasures that we could snatch up at a great price. What we found was similar to American garage sales, rows upon rows of less than chic items. We were rather discouraged until I spotted what might have been the best item anyone had to offer.  This vintage pétanque set in a worn case caught my eye. If I could have figured a way to fly it home, it would be mine.  Alas, I had to pass it up.

Here in the states, people love bocce ball and boules. With my limited knowledge, I think I can safely say that pétanque is similar to both but played with smaller metal balls. I think my love of this set stems from the delightful times I've spent in Paris watching the men ( and a few women) play pétanque in the gardens.

Le joueur d'orgue

 We continue on our little trip to the grande brocante. Today, another bright spot, the organ grinder.  He was a happy fellow and some even danced. Mary and I did not.

I've included a BW and color photo in a feeble attempt to please all of the readers all of the time. HA!

Thé Madame?

If you read yesterday's post, you know that Mary and I visited a large brocante in the 20 éme on one of our jaunts around Paris. While we didn't find much of anything we wanted to purchase,  this sweet boy selling mint tea and sweets was impossible to pass up.  

La Grande Brocante

Mary and I struck out for a grande brocante in the 20 ème one Saturday.  I'll admit we were sorely disappointed in the offerings.  This was the one and only item I would have paid for if I'd been able to get this vintage case of pétanque balls in my carryon.  Oh the stories they could tell.

Réflexion- le bistro

La Mère Lachaise

78 Blvd. de Ménilmontant

75020 Paris

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100 French Strangers - Thé à la Menthe

French Stranger #71

Last summer ma chère amie Mary took me on a wild goose chase ( I have no idea what THAT would be in French) to the 20 eme for the Grand Brocante.  As I've shared previously, it left a lot to be desired but what it lacked in fine French antiques to be had for a song, it made up for with delightful people that we met along the way.  This young boy was selling hot mint tea and baklava.  Mary and I of course had to have some as he was just a delight as you can see here.