Marche aux pouces: Tours, France (le dimanche continued)
There is nothing finer than roaming about the streets (or, if in the U.S., the isles) of a good flea market. This passion grew from a much hated activity: following my mom around antique stores when I was younger with my two siblings. In present day, Julia and I relish in the idea of sweet finds at our favorite flea markets. Let me just say that if I had all the euros in the world, a grand amount would have been spent at the flea market I went to on le dimanche (Sunday) in Tours, France... where there was a little something for everyone.
Boulevard Beranger (I drew the trees there to help me remember, okay?)