Jazz in the Streets

With a setting sun as a backdrop...

and in the shadow of the Cathedral of Chartres......

A talented French quartet belts out "Bill Bailey Won't You Please Come Home".  Dancing and swaying in the street.  A deja vu moment of the sounds of New Orleans. 

Let the good times roll!

Lynn

Salut!



Calling My Name

Would this make you come to a screeching halt?

Does it call your name?

Salut!
Lynn

laissez les bon temps roulez

Ah, the life....to be an antique dealer buying in France.  It's the life dreams are made of. Who would not want to go to France for a few weeks, shop til you drop, buy without wondering how you'll get it home, wander wide eyed with joy through endless fields arrayed with treasures?

photo Corey Amaro

I am not alone in my quest for treasures nor my passion for France. Rather I have friends, good friends, who suffer the same passions or obsessions, depending on your view or whether you were previously married to one of us.

photo Corey Amaro

Friends who jump with joy when they hear that revely for the next morning's hunt is 4:00am. Friends who literally drop from sheer exhaustion at the end of a long, successful day of brocanting and ask "what time tomorrow". Friends who catelog and pack  purchases with the enthusiasm of Christmas Eve long after everyone else is sound asleep.

Friends who help you pack. Rare.  Friends who totally understand what it takes to be an antique dealer hunting for treasures in France ......priceless.

photo Corey Amaro

Salut!

Lynn