We are back in the states after an interesting trip. One of my greatest thrills was finding the door knocker I was looking for. It is not exactly what I wanted, but the price was right and I am liking it more and more.
We were driving through a little town in France, St. Jean d'Heurs, when we saw lots of crowds gathering. We knew right away it was an outdoor flea market. We parked the car and decided to take a chance. After a long walk, we arrived at tables set up selling everything from old shoes to fine crystal and furniture. Believe me, for a moment I forgot that I was flying home and could not possibly take all I wanted with me.
We had just decided to give up looking when we took one more turn and there they were, two of these door knockers. One was very, very old, very heavy and corroded with black and slightly damaged. It had a big price tag of 160 euros. Next to it lay this delicate hand. It was certainly not as old, but I thought it was lovely. The price was 35 euros and we bought it for 28.
We kept looking everywhere we went, but did not find anymore. I decided I will not stop looking. This just might be the start of a collection. I have plans to mount it on a piece of wood to hang in our home.
We hand carried it home and it caused security at the airport to open our luggage twice to see what we were carrying. I suppose on x-ray, it looked like a hand grenade. One security agent actually admired it.
As the volcano in Iceland is starting to erupt again, I am glad we are back in the states. I have many stories and so many pictures. I will need to get organized and put our adventures into type.
A Sunday intermission
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