On sunday after my morning photo shoot i decided to head up to Clingancourt flea market. Here is a view of the Cite from the island. Still a few stubborn leaves clinging to the trees.
I cut thru the flower market heading for the Metro.
On sundays part of the flower market becomes the bird market so i lingered and took a few pictures. These birds reminded me of Joseph Cornell.
The pigeons are free, why aren't we?
The rare Priscilla Queen of the Desert Bird.
From the bird market i took the Metro up to Clingancourt to try and tackle at least one or two more sections of the market. It really is vast and varies enormously from dealers selling old clothes to golden bibelots i wouldn't even dream of asking the price of. Some of the 'stalls' are really more like small museums. At one where i couldn't get a picture there were 6 stuffed peacocks, two stuffed albino peacocks, and a brace of stuffed owls, which i thought were illegal, and and old astronaut's suit.
Mirrors, mirrors on the wall....
Some old pharmacy bottles
Wouldn't you like to be the proud owner of this saucy painting?
This guy had all manor of clock related parts and things.
One of the hundreds of gilded little caves.
"Buy something already!"