When I visit the marchés aux puces it’s like a déjà-vu, all over again. In my mind I’m in my grandparents’ house where I used to spend my summers when I was a little girl. An Art Nouveau house full of details. In that house there was an attic packed with things that were not used at that time. I still remember this dusty place, with a huge wooden trunk with a crockery, there was also a lamp of tears hanging from the beams, paintings, furniture… when I was there I remember having a magical and exiting feeling at the same time. I remember going up there and spending time observing all those wonderful objects. When I am in the marchés aux puces I feel the same way, being excited and determined to find my next treasure.

In the picture my last treasure, an Art Nouveau piece bought in Saint-Paul marchés aux puces in Paris.