when visiting a foreign place, rarely is there a time to "stroll." even with the many visits to Paris, even if there is no list of attractions to visit over a week's worth of time, there is an agenda: the café, the dinners, the shopping and the getting lost. the neighbourhood of St. Paul, towards the river from Le Marais, has been a favourite in the last three visits. in this case, I stumbled, while strolling, on a (American term of) "Flea Market". can I say it was awesome? I suppose it was all junk to the locals, but it was another different way to see that this felt very "French" — having attended other flea markets (at least in Vienna). it may be that St. Paul has such nice offerings, but then I stumbled upon another flea market (in the 5th, on my way to the restaurant in the second previous photo) the same day, and the same feeling was had. dreams of finding items for a new home came to mind... in a flash.