A Sunday Morning in France

This morning we got up at 6am as there was a Vide Grenier (empty your Attic)  Set in a lovely little village called Cahuzac sur Vere not far from where we live

Decided to let you see  a few things that were on offer. These zebra boots were the first thing that caught my eye  on the first stall we looked at, and my eyes are still hurting. The stall holder got all excited as she thought she had a sale, in another life perhaps!  Loved the little racing car and wishing I had a full sized one.

Typical French guys playing cards on a Sunday morning, well they play most morning's so Sunday's no different to them

Where's yer onions mate!!! don't you just  love his little ponytail, and what's on earth is Santa Claus doing here!!!! but he was filling his sack up.

The smell of fresh baked bread that instantly makes your mouth water.

This carpet was on offer for a mere €1,000 felt bad when I asked him the price and saw his eyes light up when he thought I wanted to buy it.

Friends of ours Andy and Suzie  having a good clear out before their move to Spain, going to miss these two, but great excuse to pop down to Spain for a long weekend.

I loved finding Hardy as a hand puppet and had to lift him up just in case he was squashing Laurel you know what he's like.

Bet you want to know what I bought, nothing all that exciting really but this is it. 2 loaves of bread, 3 zips (finally found some metal silver ones) and a measly 4 buttons gorgeous ones though:) and Rob bought a brand new strimmer. Just  heard that what we call a strimmer some call a Weed Wacker!!!  tee hee.
 Voila