So, we were all chuffed to see that the Lavelanet vide grenier was scheduled for Saturday, starting at 6 a.m. We didn't make it that early but we were there around 9 a.m. Not a huge number of participants as the day was grey and chilly. But we did find finds.
A stack of very old documents covered all over in brown spidery writing were only available as "le lot"--and that was 100 euros. Vintage postcards, on the other hand, were a reasonable 50 centimes. Don't you love this flapper from 1922? Fur stole, feather in her hat, flagrantly red lips, come-hither eyes: she's got the lot.
....and a Princess Grace and Prince Rainier tea-cup. Having second thoughts about this one already...
********A further wealth of possibilities faced us on Sunday, starting right under our noses in Léran. The sun shone, stalls were laden and, rooting through a box of postcards, I chose these--details below each one.
|Feel free to contribute guesses as to what's going on here. All I can tell you is that the card is addressed to a Monsieur Joseph Joulin who lived in Narbonne, and the message simply reads: "Paris. 4/2/1914" and a question mark.|
|This one's more for family consumption, but it was never sent to anyone. A stamp on the back advertises Maison Labau, a clothing store for "hommes et garçonnets", Isn't "garçonnet" a sweet word? It's old French for "a little boy."|
|I bought this one because of the vintage car and its occupants.|
|Barcelona--in the old days. Apologies but I can't make out the date on the postmark.|
|Turin at night. This is almost my favourite one of the bunch because of its cinéma noir-ish feel.|
I also nabbed an enormous piece of red checked fabric, fibres unknown to me to the stall lady (who also sold me these postcards). A picnic blanket?
Purchases went back to the house before we jumped in the car and drove to Manses, a little village just north of Mirepoix.
|Books, DVDs and videocassettes, chinaware, glasses, a lamp, vases, pictures...|
|Lunch first. Hot dogs on baguette, cheese on baguette or ham on baguette. And frites.|
|Inside the village hall, you could buy wine, pastis, beer, soft drinks or coffee.|
On my second trawl of the market, I spotted a magnificent jug shaped like a bunch of grapes, two euros for this, another gift, and then a third one later of a pre-Euro-era Italian coin. I gave him a 100 baht coin from Thailand that had wiggled its way to the bottom of my handbag.
Later, the same day: our homeward route took us through Mirepoix anyway so we parked on a side street, and walked into the square to watch a promised exhibit of South American dancing. I'd envisaged live musicians, frilly frocks and tight trousers. Got none of those but the shoes definitely made up for it.