Vintage Finds

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea Market by Porte de Clignancourt

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea Market by Porte de Clignancourt

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Flea market in Paris, photo by Carin Olsson of Paris in Four Months

Sometimes I never get around to posting certain things here — even though I really want to, but I guess the saying goes "better late than never", no? So, before the summer began last year, I joined one of my friends for a tour of the flea markets by the Porte de Clignancourt here in Paris. On one of the hottest days in all of June we wandered around the absolutely enormous vintage markets together with our lovely guide Charlotte in the search of little gems and vintage finds. I've always been a bit sceptical towards the whole flea market idea (most of the time I think it can look like a lot of junk) but after that day I can kind safely say that I see why some people love it so much. There was so much to look at and so many untold stories behind every item we passed by and after three hours of walking we still hadn't covered more than half of the flea markets. Yes, I would have gotten completely lost in between the vintage Louis Vuitton trunks and the pretty china with flower patterns without my friends there to guide me around. By the end of the day (we even stayed behind when our tour was over and continued on by ourselves) we we're absolutely exhausted but had become one Babar poster, and a lot of experiences, richer. Now I just can't wait to find a more permanent home here in Paris so that I actually can buy all the things I want next time I go.