My heart always speeds up when I see these signs. Brocantes are those bric-a-brac, antiquey type stores that sell gorgeous things you really don't need.
Lucky for the mister, being Sunday afternoon, this one was closed.
But there were a few other places open, pretty enough to warrant a photo.
How great would a table set with this stuff look?
An art atelier (with the French version of Herbie in the background):
A homewares store:
I only realised upon loading this photo to flickr that my son snuck himself into it. Very cheeky (literally).
Not a very interesting church bell, sorry, but I had to put this in to show how amazingly blue the skies seem to be over here. I sure we don't get cobalt skies like this at home. Or have I been away too long?
Spotted while walking back to our car: several fig trees heaving with yet-to-ripen fruit.
We luuuuurve figs. Just as well they were green, I might have sent the mister over the fence to investigate.
Hmm. On second thoughts, maybe not.
His figs are more important than those ones.
*You learn something new every day. By reading my own link I just discovered that Peter Mayle, of A Year in Provence fame, apparently lives in Lourmarin. I dunno though, I didn't see him anywhere.