At Les Puces, the renowned Paris flea market famous for its curated vintage shops, I discovered something the instant I whipped out my camera. “No pictures” the French proprietor snapped. “But your store looks sooooo nice,” I said — kind of inanely. Strangely, the dude didn’t yield to my really convincing and articulate plea.
Unfair, right? The moment you find a cool store, they’re all like “Ugh, tourists with cameras.” (I should silkscreen that onto a T-shirt and sell it at major airports so unsuspecting natives won’t be taken by surprise.)
I was on vacation with my family and took a much needed relative-free detour to Paris where my friend Maureen was temporarily residing — in this way charming apartment located in the neighborhood of the Eiffel Tower. (Like you could see it from the window. Like, there were two doors that required an electronic key code. What I’m telling you is this: It was fancy.) (I don’t want to seem like I’m majorly braggy — just a little braggy.)
Maureen had spent much of her French tour visiting the vintage flea market and had talked it up to me, displaying her winning purchases like lucky lottery tickets. “Look, this is my new-ish vintage Balenciaga scarf!” “These are my vintage YSL Eiffel Tower earrings!” “These are my vintage Chanel ear bobs!” (Yeah, she spent a lot of time at that flea market.)
Having cut my teeth on thrift shopping (hello, my Evangelista post), I thought I was prepared for the sprawling seven-hectare Porte de Clignancourt market but nope. They don’t call it the biggest freaking antique market in the world for nothing.
We spent a whole afternoon bargaining over accessories and home decor while I surreptitiously took photos. It was one of the best days of my trip.
I left with a heavy suitcase and a much lighter wallet.