Somehow I managed to drag J to the flea market at porte de vanves. He hates "old stuff" but on many occasions has accompanied me to flea markets, antique stores and vintage boutiques, for which I am grateful. I could practically feel his skin crawling, though he was a few steps behind me! Poor boyfriend. I really just wanted to check out what this flea was about. I have a habit of sleeping in, so we arrived as some of the vendors were packing up shop, but there were still many who were open.
This vintage "horloge spirituelle" print was the only item I was mildly considering (besides that boulder-sized geode a few pictures up!)
not to mention these antique GIANT glass domes. The one in the forefront was calling my name!