The siren song of a Paris flea market
I spied an unusual black hat, flat on top with velvet trim. Its tufted silk had a familiar look, but I couldn’t place it. “Combien?” I asked the shopwoman.
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This was the marche aux puces de Saint Ouen, to the north of Paris, which some call the largest flea market in the world.
No American flea market experience had prepared me for its magnitude, more like a densely packed village with specialty neighborhoods.
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There are other flea markets in Paris at Montreuil and Vanves but this is the oldest and most popular. It is estimated that more people visit Saint Ouen flea market than go to the Eiffel Tower.
Saint Ouen is actually a dozen different markets, spread over 15 acres, open primarily on the weekends. It has evolved at this spot for over a hundred years, and it is the place for browsers as well as connoisseurs.
Interior decorators come here for period furnishings, and Hollywood stars such as Sharon Stone have been seen shopping for their mansions.
There is also a cross section of vendors: everyone from recent immigrants selling African artifacts to elegantly coiffed women presiding over precious antiques.
We started our explorations early on Saturday morning at Marche Vernaison, the oldest market. Stalls spilled exciting goods into the open air aisles: antique silverware, beads, tapestries, antique postcards.
My friend was interested in religious vestments, and we asked until we found Stand 33, run by Didier Schuler. The proprietor spoke excellent English, and asked which century we were especially interested in, 16th or 17th? He brought out exquisite, heavily embroidered sets for her, some laden with gold metal accents and fringe.
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At the Marche Biron next door, a stall specialized in detailed silver Russian icons, with a few aaa replica designer handbags older ones painted on wood. The chic proprietress assured us that the items were of museum quality they had prices that matched.
We passed leather bound books, embroidered linens, a stall with old dolls, fountain pens, toy French railroad trains, and then were back at the street.
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A nearby merchant had similar old luggage and a collection of classic French millinery.
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Inexpensive dining in the form of crepes and sandwiches was available on the edges of the market from stands, but the ambience of the cafe was inviting, and we longed to rest at a comfortable table.
I opted for a delicious Salade Nicoise and my friend had a Salade aux Quatre Fromages. We topped them off with a couple of espressos, and were restored sufficiently to resume our explorations.
Many vendors had set up replica louis vuitton at simple tables or even directly on the sidewalk, offering everything from old passports and toys to household goods. At one small table, a woman was selling old printer’s stamps. We pressed the stamps from stamp pads onto the paper she had provided, and magically, dogs, letters, and zebras appeared. The small stamps were beautiful in their own right: wooden handles with delicate metal faces; several were bought and added to our shopping bags.
Outside a shop at the corner, lacy dresses from the 1920s hung alongside silk slips. Inside the tiny shop, was a veritable costume museum.
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Marche Malassis, the newest market, is a pleasant two story building with its own restaurant. Opposite the fountain in the enclosed central plaza is a large store with bins of old graphics, postcards, beaded flowers.
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As I left the market, I felt judicious with my new black hat, and mused about the history I witnessed in this spot.