This Saturday last, I went to check out the Marché aux puces at Saint Ouen. I have wanted to do this for years, like I have wanted to do a lot of things. But procrastination have always ruled the day. Lately, I have decided that I won't procrastinate anymore. Don't ask why. I don't know. But I feel like I need to get these things done, for forever forfeit. And that, to me, would be a real shame. So I am jumping around from this place to that place, exhausting myself in the process, but having a grand old time while I am at it.
The fact is, however, that I had already visited the Marché de Saint Ouen back in 2003. When I visited Paris and stayed about one month with SUNY New Paltz. I had come to study French culture and civilization with the University for one month and the group went up to Saint Ouen. But I did not remember how to get there and even so, I just kept putting it off like I said.
That area of Paris is probably not the most chic but they do have some amazing antique shops and they do have a lot of hustlers selling knock off designer goods like Chanel bags and Louis Vuitton purses. You have to be very tough and aggressive and brave to sort of maneuver the whole thing when you are traveling solo, I think.
I was never as tough as I look. So for me, these types of outings are very tense and very stressful. But also exciting. And in the end, I said to myself "Marion, if you haven't yet learned how to survive in this world, you never will, so suck it up and get through this and have fun!"
Oh la la. This guy bumped into me really hard in the back. It jolted me and I thought maybe my bag had been infringed. It had not.
Oh la la.
I looked at some of the antique shops as well as of course the energy was a little different from where they were selling the designer knock offs. In this area, a rough looking guy (he could have been an Italian mobster) seemed to be casing me as I went from stall to stall. I did not know if he thought I was cute or if he thought that I was a security threat. Or what. You don't think he thought I would steal the antiques, do you?
Giggle.
But yea. That was the marché Saint Ouen. It was interesting. I would totally go back. Maybe just not next weekend.
Below find some of the photos from that outing. Enjoy:
The fact is, however, that I had already visited the Marché de Saint Ouen back in 2003. When I visited Paris and stayed about one month with SUNY New Paltz. I had come to study French culture and civilization with the University for one month and the group went up to Saint Ouen. But I did not remember how to get there and even so, I just kept putting it off like I said.
That area of Paris is probably not the most chic but they do have some amazing antique shops and they do have a lot of hustlers selling knock off designer goods like Chanel bags and Louis Vuitton purses. You have to be very tough and aggressive and brave to sort of maneuver the whole thing when you are traveling solo, I think.
I was never as tough as I look. So for me, these types of outings are very tense and very stressful. But also exciting. And in the end, I said to myself "Marion, if you haven't yet learned how to survive in this world, you never will, so suck it up and get through this and have fun!"
Oh la la. This guy bumped into me really hard in the back. It jolted me and I thought maybe my bag had been infringed. It had not.
Oh la la.
I looked at some of the antique shops as well as of course the energy was a little different from where they were selling the designer knock offs. In this area, a rough looking guy (he could have been an Italian mobster) cased me as I went from stall to stall. I did not know if he thought I was cute or that I was a security threat. Or what. You don't think he thought I would steal his antiques, do you?
Giggle.
But yea. That was the marché Saint Ouen. It was interesting. I would totally go back. Maybe just not next weekend.
Below find some of the photos from that outing. Enjoy:
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