On one rainy Saturday morning, we stepped out on our balcony in Paris and discovered that somehow, quietly and magically, a sea of rain tarps stretching as far as the eye could see appeared along Boulevard Haussmann overnight.
These tarps were covering one of Paris’s famed marché aux puces (flea markets).
And, try as I might, I searched high and low in both English et en français, and I couldn’t find any information about this particular marché aux puces.
As such, I have nothing to say other than we meandered the market for quite a while looking for oddities and curiosities. We found plenty of both.