Every first Sunday of August, the flea market in the
nearby small city of Saint-Paul-Cap-de-Joux that I never miss.
As every year, colourful old tin pans are leaving
their attic just for you.
Toys like these clowns are ready for adoption.
And among cups and glasses, a deer is smiling too when
looking at you.
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