Fleas and more rain...

...so, Mama has promised to not complain about the rain. Sometimes we leave home, the weather is fine, we forget the umbrella and then it pours. Creed is getting a bit tired of it. On Friday, he went to class with Mama, when they got off the 38bus, it was raining, and when they left class - it poured. They were soaked when they arrived home to Malou et moi. ( Malou is the name I have given our "nounou" because I like to say it better than Marie-Lou)

Yesterday, we all decided to go to the Marché aux Puces de Clignancourt...there are 3 major flea markets around Paris and Clignancourt is the biggest and most entrenched. Within the Marché itself are other small markets with winding little alleys and even full standing boutiques filled with really, really old stuff. We like the Marché Vernaison because of the selection and the vendors are nice to little kids. I first stopped and played with buttons ( one of my favorite things to do in Mama's atelier at home.) There were tons of them and Aaron shot some good video footage for the "La Petite Zelda" book. While Aaron & Jacob are here, they follow me around documenting my visits to different places.

Jacob & Aaron aux Puces...


After the stall of buttons, I liked walking fearlessly through the alleys until Mama stopped to look at vintage perfume bottles and then I went kind of crazy. The bottles all had tiny glass stoppers - most were from the 30's and 40's and I just wanted to clink them together and put them in a bucket. The Monsieur was really nice to me and we counted together and then he traded me the fragile little "flacons" for small "moules aux gateaux" - tiny cake molds for Madeleines and fruit tarts and such. He even gave one each to Creed and me.

La Petite Z et ses moules aux gateaux...


Always Orangina...


But I was cranky and having no more of the market and Creed was hungry - we had lost the boys, an easy thing to do aux Puces, so the 3 of us went to eat. Then, back through the crazy crowds and home on the métro. Mama says walking through the crowds with men selling faux Chanel, Gucci and Louis Vuitton reminds her of Canal Street in NYC except here, the counterfeiters get arrested in a split second.

Back on the métro, sailing smoothly home until the dreaded voice came over the load speaker saying that we all had to descend at Reamur-Sebastopol due to a suspicious package at Chatelet. We weren't far from home - BUT, it was pouring rain! And of course, no umbrella, so Mama made a game out of it with jumping over puddles and singing and we got home safely and soaked...

Chez nous and soaked...

Acquisitions for the day: 3 vintage empty perfume bottles, 2 patches for Creed's jacket, and 2 (free!) moules aux gateaux...

bisousxoxo

la petite Z