Such beautiful paperweights. I searched all over for the ones with jellyfish inside, but didn’t see them this year.

A little girl sitting in the sun reading Asterix. I couldn’t resist taking this photo.

My 6-year old dining companion and I had Sunday lunch at our favorite restaurant. He wanted only fries (with lots of ketchup). I had an enormous Welsh Rarebit, fries and a glass of wine. The food at the L’Hermitage Gantois hotel is top notch.

The hotel used to be a hospice, and the original chapel still exists. We visited the inside courtyard which, compared to the crowds outside, was a haven of peace.

Back outside, the flea market was in full swing. French telephones from the 1980s and 1990s had an extra receiver that sat in a cradle at the back of the phone. Its purpose was to allow a second person to listen in on the conversation.

 

And that’s it for this year, folks. Back to Paris on the Sunday evening train. It takes exactly one hour.