So the vide grenier in Lizant was a huge success. I sold two hand-dyed sequined cotton shawls (bought on a trip to India), a vase, a framed print and a string of navy beads. In total I made €15.
'You're crazy. You're selling everything far too cheaply,' said Rob, Anita and Kevin's neighbour and a member of my little posse of friends from Verrieres.
But the object of the exercise was to send the stuff from my attic onto a good home. And since I arrived with two large carrier bags of unwanted stuff and left with just one, I consider that a result.
Anita and Kevin - who have recently sold their house and are heading off to run a B&B in New England - were operating on a similar principle. Anita sold a box of books at a knockdown price only to find the purchaser was cheekily re-selling them on her own stand.
Rob - in his own words, 'never one to miss an opportunity to acquire more old tat' - bought a wind-up rotisserie, a large copper pot and a wooden bucket. The wind-up rotisserie turned out to be quite a hot find: several people tried to buy it when he left it with us for safe keeping.
At lunchtime we ate takeaway fish and chips from La Sirene (I know, I know but you can't eat goat's cheese salad all the time) while Biff amused himself by digging a big hole. I then squandered the day's takings on an ancient French flag in faded cotton (so much nicer than the synthetic nylon flags that fly outside most town halls.)
All in all, a very enjoyable day. And on the subject of bargains, the little chestnut desk that I recently picked up at a depot vente for €15, arrived today. David, Biff's former owner, has restored it brilliantly, sanding it back, fixing the buckled wood and wonky drawer, and giving it a coat of beeswax.
I was planning to write Tout Allure on it. There's just one small problem: David had to saw an inch and a half off the legs as they were uneven; which means that my legs won't fit underneath. But still, it looks good.