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.
