Shopping for Fleas

Today is a rest day. I thought it might be fun to search out the Paris Flea Market at Porte de Cligancourt and so off we went.

Here comes our train

During the journey a bloke turned up with an amplifier and microphone and serenaded us for a while. Dennis and Nannette don't seem that impressed to be honest.

This was the view from the place we had lunch. I could have bought a rug, but in the end I didn't. The food was great though.

The market was huge. We were there for a while, and we only saw a tiny part of it.

Got some nice presents here.

Then we wandered back to the metro, ambled back to the hotel by way of a pavement cafe and I sat down on the bed for a second and woke up an hour later....