It was a plan, early on. My obsession for door knockers had to be fulfilled...one last time! We were in the perfect location...Provence. It was Sunday, the largest antique day in the village of I'lsle sur la Sorgue. But, it was raining. Fear not...nothing will stop us.
We left early that morning, because as any of you know who have ever been to any kind of a market in a French town, parking is minimal. You really have to plan ahead.
We were early enough to peruse the setting up of the individual tents and tables. Early enough to enjoy a cup of coffee sitting near the church as the fruit, bread and cheese vendors were setting up. That gave us time to decide which loaf of bread we wanted for the day. Actually, we chose a loaf with Kalamata olives this day.
"Heurtoir" is what I was looking forward. I had learned the French word and had a photo of what I wanted. It saved time because I had a lot of looking to do.
Let me just say, that I was lucky enough to find 3 of them; I already have one at home. They need a little loving care, but I am looking forward to finding them a new home. As to how to display them, that is still a work in progress, but I am getting closer. Thank you Trout, for letting me fulfill a crazy desire to obsess these old hands.
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