Flea market fun and a date day

I am a flea market kinda gal. Like the kind where you see old stuff and it means something to ya and bring it home and remember where you found it and the setting and the feeling and reminisce about the find. I checked out Bordeaux's flea market scene before we headed here. So this past Sunday we ventured out to see what the offerings were. I love browsing and asking (even though it can be crazy doing it in a different language. One I don't actually know) and seeing what the spread looks like. The weather wasn't great, so we did a lot more browsing than buying. I did pick up a few more pub glasses to add to our collection. And watching Casey bargain for Playmobil "guy's" by holding up her euro and pointing to the desired items was priceless.


The flea market scene



The stalls



Casey's 4 euro score


The French breakfast of champions...a croissant and Orangina


We are fortunate to have access to a neighbor with a 16 year old son that babysits. And luckily just as I was just pondering the idea of locking my kids in the closet and heading out for a coffee, it was date day Monday. And by date day, I mean of course hanging out with Charlene and her 4 mo old in a carrier. So the sitter came, and brought a friend, to manage the 3 nutballs. We headed out in the FIAT. So fun to drive, I might add. And super convenient to fit into the tight and mostly non-existant parking spaces here. We had done a bit of research and decided to head to Bordeaux's pedestrian shopping area. It is something like 3/4 of a mile of stores. Wow. Too bad the dollar to euro thang is so crummy.

We walked for a bit, and then looked for some food. We wandered down a side street and find some ethnic choices. There was Thai, Indian, Chinese and French (well, it's international to us) all on the same block. We opted for Thai. It was tasty. But I will say that we are super spoiled in the Bay Area with our limitless choices from ethnicities around the globe. And good quality too.

Charlene and I split up for a while and I wandered down some random side streets, getting lost and meandering. Remembering to come back to a certain restaurant and come back another day to grab a coffee at THAT cafe. My favorite thing to do is to get "lost" and wander. You seem to happen upon the best places this way. Then I used my "Pardon? Parlay voo oon payteet Anglais (spelling completely hi-larious, of course). Then I get directions back to where I need to go. And people are often very helpful. A smile and a stab at their language is usually all it takes.

I met back up with Charlene as she was sampling the local specialty. Duck? Foie gras? Frog legs? Nooooo...a panini with nutella and bananas. Oh, nice. I tried a few bites, just to make her feel better. Delicious. Great. Something else yummy.

So, we wandered a bit more, picked up a few things and went back home ready to face the rest of the crew again. I am recharged and ready for mommyness again. Until tomorrrow morning at about 7 am. Ha!








Very close to where we parked the car


After seeing this menu item, we opted for Thai food



Thai guy cooking us up some nummies


First time on a date where my date stood and ate and rocked a baby


Construction all over the place throughout the city. And so much for safety


Brasserie menu


Funky funky at a restaurant. Love it.


Rue St. Catharine shopping. Check out ALL those people up the street. Hello capitalism!




So the weather is supposed to be pretty darn crappy for the next week. Stay tuned for posts from various indoor play structures and malls...