Decades ago I had a Parisian boyfriend named Raoul. Raoul was a snob and a sophisticate and on Saturday afternoons he liked to meet up with his equally snobbish friends at Drouot (like him, his friends were journalists at Reuters or AFP – Agence France Presse.) I was invited to tag along.
I was far from being a sophisticate in those days. Before Drouot, the only auctions I had attended were in country barns in rural Ontario (growing up, my family had a weekend farm east of Toronto.)
Raoul had a penchant for Persian and Oriental rugs. These rugs below reminded me of him.
Drouot is fun because anyone can just walk on in and attend the sales. Entrance is free. There are several rooms upstairs and sales occur simultaneously. There’s a lot of activity and people milling around. If you like beautiful, eclectic things and objects of historical value, I suggest that you go. Sales usually start at 2 p.m. Here below is the sale of postcards. A few years ago, a postcard dated October 1899 and signed Guillaume Apollinaire sold for 8,000 euros.
You can also bid via telephone and internet. Closest metro stop is Richelieu-Drouot on lines 8 and 9.