By Erin Hanson
You are not your age, nor the
size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight, or the
colour of your hair.
You are not your name, or
the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice and the smiles you try to hide,
You’re the sweetness in your laughter and every tear you’ve cried,
You’re the songs you sing so loudly, when you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places that you’ve been to, and the one that you call home,
You’re the things that you believe in, and the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of,
You’re made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined, by all the things you’re not.
Paris is vintage and flea market heaven and going to the second hand street markets is a way of life for the French. For the past five years, my husband and I have chosen to spend part of each year in France and other European cities exploring antique shops, auction houses, flea markets, "brocante", "vide grenier" and "depôt ventes". Great way to really immerse ourselves in French culture.⠀
For my personal choice of the most interesting vintage and antique markets in France follow the link in bio. #powerofawoman#generativewoman#paris ⠀