“A fair is a veritable smorgasbord orgasbord orgasbord…” of antiques, that is!
Oh the places you may go when you have a little Fiat! Mama and I hopped in the car Monday morning to tour the little towns that Chef Stitt had recommended to me. With the wind blowing through the windows and blue skies shining, we couldn’t wait to see the quaint villages that endear us so much more than the larger metropolises.
Driving the back roads through smaller towns and vineyards provided lovely scenery on our way to the Easter antique fair in the town of antiques, Isle Sur La Sorgue. Tents lined the streets and the park, bridges spanned the canals where water drifted steadily towards the mills, covered in bright green grass-like moss. Locals enjoyed coffee overlooking the water, as local vendors advertised their wares. “Madelines! Macaroons!”
Fine china, silver flatware, vintage photographs, war memorabilia, and antique furniture were displayed with flair along the streets and grasslands; men milled about trying on antique top hats while women ogled over expensive armoires.
After sampling French cookies and milling through the antiques, we sat by the mill, basking in the sun, and washed our muddy pumps off in the tinkling water.An interesting mix between a flea market and an antique fair, La Isle Sur La Sorgue’s weekend of antiques was a bit overpriced, but quite a fun outing on a bright, cheerful afternoon.
After sampling French cookies and milling through the antiques, we sat by the mill, basking in the sun, and washed our muddy pumps off in the tinkling water.An interesting mix between a flea market and an antique fair, La Isle Sur La Sorgue’s weekend of antiques was a bit overpriced, but quite a fun outing on a bright, cheerful afternoon.
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