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My first tea cup and teapot bought in France.

The tea cup and its saucer don’t match exactly, but it was 2 euros, and both are from France with a similar design… And the tea pot well… I have been jealous of my friend Charlotte’s awesome elephant tea pot for years now and I saw this and just fell in love with it. Even if it is a bit more kitsch than any of my other teapots. I asked the woman who was selling it if it was from France, she said probably and then reassured the ‘yes it is french [or, ‘oui, ce faisait en france’]’ when I asked about the sticker on the side signifying that I is from a shop in La Rochelle.

So, the antique market was the same thing that I had seen the night before and wasn’t much more like I had hoped, but there was another market a little ways off that after meeting Esha at the antique market we headed over to. After hours of walking all over and down street after street, there is no way we saw it all. Esha found what seemed to be most of the things she has been talking about wanting to find, like; yarn and knitting needles, a piano keyboard, and a toaster oven, all for under 20 euros.

The rain came and people started packing up though. The rain here doesn’t have any mountains to hold it so it comes in full force from no where. The first time we were rained on it all happened in maybe at most a minute. But it was raining down hard.

American songs were played over a speaker system set up along the road. All of it outdated by at least a decade.
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