Paris is filled with old things, but they are beautiful and elegant, just like its architecture. Since I can't take the Grand Palais home with me, I will settle with a couple antique plates. This is my kind of Parisian shopping!
I went to Les Puces de Saint-Ouen, a quick metro ride from Montmartre. Puces in French means fleas. I expected a disorganized array of useless junk you would often find in yard sales, but what I came upon pleasantly surprised me.
These things sold here may be old, but they are maintained or restored beautifully! I found so many pieces I wanted to take home! The puces is a melange of open-air stalls, with each shop specializing on something - be it furniture, jewelry, kitchenware, fine china, French clothing, books, postcards, art, or quirkier trinkets like antique letters! Walking around stall to stall felt like I was walking into a mini-museum filled with objects of anthropological significance curated lovingly.
Here it is - my antique plate shop!
I did take home three plates from this place - a more recent Galvani porcelain, a 19th century French Assiette, and a Blue Delft from Holland!
I've got my plates and I got my history on. As I was making my way back to the metro station, I ran into a painter working. Something about his paintings struck me, so yes, I took one of those home, too. Here's artist, Francois Mafoua, with a work of his that is now in my dining room called "Marriage au Village Kimongo". He's originally from Congo and he paints village scenes of his homeland. He told me that I picked a happy painting, one that depicts how people of the village cook together for days in preparation of a wedding feast.