6/22/2011

Marche de brocante de Maroilles


Well this is disappointing! We were so excited to post about our first marche de brocante in the North of France but due the rain, my cell phone got damp and clonked out on me and I couldn't access my pictures.  Martin and Johan were so busy buying and hauling stuff to the van that they did not take any pictures of the booths and the people at the event.  We will include a few photos of our finds here and perhaps later when I recover my photos from my cell phone, I can post them.


Maroilles is a "petite ville" in the northern part of France. It is a very small village with a population of about 1,500. Located in the northern part of France, Maroilles is part of the French region of Nord-Pas-de-Calais. As small as it is, this tiny village which is amazingly quaint, gets filled with up to 80,000 people who come from all over to their annual "marche de brocante." This event is in no way some "block yard sale" or flea market.  Yes, you will find a few booths with baby car seats and yard sale type of merchandise, but for the most part it is filled with antiques and vintage items.
 


We normally drive there the day before as it is possible to start shopping from the dealers who get there on Saturday.  We also like to find a place to park before everyone gets there.  It is so tiny that we don't bother trying to book a room at a hotel nearby, we just sleep in our van. Johan always makes sure to pack our mattresses, plenty of warm blankets as it is normally cold even in the summer, and something to barbecue. Our friends Steve and Dagmar from Belgium sell at this event and we always park close to their booth so we may join them under their tent the night before and hang out with them, eat, drink and enjoy the merriment.
 

Well, several times when we've gone there is either drizzly or there are patches of showers, but this time, we actually got plenty of rain.  There were very few vendors setting up when we got there and very few showed up before we set up camp to go to sleep.  We were worried that some of the dealers who normally come would be dissuaded by the rain.  We found very few items to buy the night before so we went to sleep around 11 p.m. so we could again get up at 3 a.m..
 

It poured during the evening and we just didn't know what to expect.  We got up and went to knock on Melissa and Bob's RV and they decided to not go out so early.  They had not slept well.  Martin Johan and I got on our way, flash light in hand, and were disappointed that not many more dealers had arrived over night but nevertheless started buying a few things.  The showers came and went.  Sometimes we would stop under someones tent and waited for the rain to subside.  We stopped in a little cafe that usually opens early for the event and had some coffee to warm up and some fresh croissants. We didn't know how Martin would react to this craziness of shopping in the rain but he was quite the trooper.  We made quite a good team and tried not to get depressed, we just plowed through. Johan and I making the deals and Martin helping hauling our purchases but also tried his luck and practiced a few phrases in French.

Well, in spite of the rain, more dealers did show up and it ended up being a good buying day.  We returned to Belgium that evening with a van full of goodies and still in good spirits.  The only bad thing was that my phone did get damp and I could not recover my photos right away. 
 

It is quite an experience being there and it is one of my favorite buying places. It is fun and although not a place to find high-end antiques, you can definitely find some reasonably priced items and unusual finds.
Trinidad

 

6/20/2011

Travel troubles and tribulations... but we're smiling

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I don't know about you, but I am one of those people who may be late to many things, but not to the airport. Especially if I am traveling internationally, I like to get to the airport early enough so that I don't worry about long lines checking in or going through security. Flying for more than 10 hours straight is hard enough, so I don't need to add any extra stress to my traveling experience. 





Well, for this trip I felt that I was quite prepared: I made sure we packed all the necessary items, we managed to pay our bills in advance, arranged for someone to look over our place, water the garden, pick up the mail.  We even arranged for a friend to take us to the airport. Ay, ay ay, that could have been the first major mishap. When we arrived to his place so that he could drive us to the airport, he announced that he needed to go to a quick job interview several miles away and not on the way to the airport. Aaagh! Even though both Martin and our friend assured me there would be enough time to get to the airport, I was freaking! We had printed out our boarding passes and that would save us a bit of time, but I was still nervous. Well, we ended up getting there on time and after all the stress, discovered 
that our flight was delayed by an hour.

The plane was a two-story model so it took a while to get everyone on board. I was just worried we might not find place in the overhead for our carry-on. I hate it when after you make the time to pack things into a carry-on so that you don't have to wait at the carrousel, you end up having to check your bag anyway because there is no more room in the overhead compartment. Well, we didn't encounter that problem, but poor Martin had to sit next to a snobby, selfish guy who spread himself out and refused to share the armrest. I had the isle seat for which I was glad because I have a hard time sleeping on the plane and like to get up often and walk around to stretch my legs.


Waiting for the luggage at Charles de Gaulle airport


The most distressing part of this trip so far was that after finally arriving, transferring from one terminal to another at the Charles De Gaulle airport, and waiting for what seemed like hours for our luggage at the carrousel, my luggage did not turn up.  Then to add insult to injury, we had to wait at least another half hour to get to an agent and make a  lost luggage claim because there were several people in front of us waiting to do the same, some more angry than others. We were also stressed because Johan was supposed to pick us up and we couldn't call him to alert him of our situation and the poor lad must have been worried sick that we were so late and had to drive around and around since the parking situation at the airport is so difficult.  

Well, I tried to keep my wits about me but was quite upset that my luggage did not appear.  And it's one thing where you live or stay near the airport, but we were driving from Paris to a small city in Belgium and it takes three hours to get there.  We couldn't sit there waiting to see if my luggage would appear so we left and I was uneasy knowing I had a lot of my essentials in that bag. I did have a couple of pairs of pants and two shirts in my carry-on. The airline gave me a little over night bag with essentials so I managed.


Outside Johan' s country cottage 

I slept most of the way on the way to Belgium while Martin enjoyed the scenery and chatted with Johan and arrived three hours later at Johan's quaint new place in the country.  It is a beautiful place in a pastoral setting near Diksmuide next to our  warehouse.  Our friends Melissa and Bob were already there, having arrived the day before. Johan prepared us a delicious meal, several bottles of wine were corked and the lost luggage incident was forgotten for the moment.


Taking a stroll through the streets of Bruges

 The next day, we all went to Brugge, walked around, enjoyed some Belgian beer, had a delicious meal, went on a little boat ride along the canals of "La petite Venice du Nord" and did not think about the luggage.




Melissa and Bob enjoying the sights in Bruges

Yesterday, while we were shopping at a village flea market in the North of France,(will be posting on this event later) we got a call to let us know they have my bag and will deliver it today.  By the time you read this post,(hopefully) I will have my bag and will be able to give our hosts; Johan and mother, their presents and use my own tooth brush instead of the cheap one the airline gave me! :) 

Our next posting will be about our soaking-wet, but fruitful antiques hunting in a small village of the North of France.


Trinidad