Travelling onwards, leaving the past behind them. No more bills, no more commitments, no more hoarding, no more secrets…Nevermore. The ephemera: old love letter from 1800s, old dictionary page (hoarder), old mechanical manual page; reproductions of old sheet music cover, old French pharmacy label, ancienne facture, old sheet music and autograph page from my grandmother to my mother; reproductions of natural history illustrations, vintage train clock and old map of London; various decorative papers; a variety of vintage numbers both original and reproductions.
My last trip to Paris and London was over a year ago now…sigh. Nottinghill , Spitalfields, Bricklane, St. Ouen, Vanves...double sigh.
Ah the treasures we find at the flea market! Somethings made it home, some did not.
Ma boutique préférée à St. Ouen : Tombées du Camion...le paradis!
Can one have too many antique bird cages? I think not.
Some things made it home: old love letters from 1901, legal documents on parchment from the 1800s, old keys, escutcheons, doll eye balls, old house numbers, a wooden spool and a printers tray and some wooden letters.
Some things did not make it home: a old prosthetic leg attached to rather large underpants.
and a valise chockablock full of taxidermy ducklings.
They really wanted to come to Canada but hélàs no room!
The flotsam and jetsam of everyday life from the past are nestled in antique printer’s trays ( brought home gleefully from London’s Portobello Road Market ) . Artfully displayed supplies inspire creativity: optical lenses, transistors, frozen charlottes, keys, stamps, eyeballs, teeth, legs, buttons, typewriter keys, tiny house numbers, gears, watch faces, dominoes, teeny tiny light bulbs, a rat’s skull …endless possibilities.