This one was in a little village called Aillant sur Tholon, about an hour and a half away from Paris. Its tiny with a population of about 1400 or so on a good week but on THE brocante weekend, the population swells to about 30000. So I had no qualms dragging my family to this brocante. How could I not?
I started out bright and early, when you could still see the dewdrops glistening on the grass. And I was far from the first bird there, professional buyers started at 4 am, in order to catch the choicest bits. That said, there were tons of things to marvel at. As this is a picture heavy post, read on after the jump...
