La Brocante Afternoon Mooching

Whilst in France my aunt and uncle kept saying we should go to “Fred the Brocante”, basically as they explained, a second-hand warehouse/yard/shop. I thought they just called him Fred the Brocante, I didn’t realise until we got there that it was actually called that, this delighted me no end, simple minds eh! 🙂

So the whole family, me, Luke, aunt, uncle, mum and nan headed down for an afternoon mooching about Fred La Brocante. It is a massive area around this guy Fred’s house including covered areas and things just outside. All of it is second hand and you can find pretty much anything you can think of there, from bikes to bottles to old nails to furniture to old books. It was like walking round a little antique treasure trove with something new in every corner.

He loves a good sign with a bit of typography, the graphics geek.

We bought 2 jars to do some saving for a rainy day.

They had a couple of old singer sewing machines which I loved seeing.

Simple outfit of the day, sans make-up, hence the camera covering my face ha. I felt absolutely fine leaving the house in France without a scrap of makeup on, but I would never do that at home, are you like that on holiday? Or am I just the weirdo? haha.

You could literally search for hours through the place.

I thought these looked like they have smiley faces on them, instantly loved them.

So there’s another little insight into another little rural France thing we did. We were also invited into Fred’s office for a little drink as my aunt and uncle are quite friendly with him, so that was nice, unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of that as I thought it would be a bit rude to take any. Another lovely afternoon in France!


And I shall leave you with a bit of the Gipsy Kings. When I was a kid my family always went on holidays down to Eurocamp places in France and every holiday my Dad would insist on listening to the Gipsy Kings Greatest Hits album, and it ended up becoming our holiday soundtrack every year. This year on the drive down to France I found it on my dad’s iPod and brought the tradition back. Traditions from my childhood are the best.