Lounging around in my bed feeling hungover and a bit sorry for myself I decided retail therapy was in order to cheer myself up so I dragged myself to Marche aux Puces; a huge flea market in North Paris, just outside the 18th Arrondissement. I took the metro to Porte de Clignancourt (end of line 4) and followed the signs to ‘Le Puces’. Soon I was deep in streets of stalls selling clothes, antiques, furniture, dodgy fake Nike trainers, African artefacts, phone cases, flags, food, books and everything in between. It’s not just your typical french market, it has every type of stall you can imagine and it’s so so so big.
After a few minutes of nothing really catching my eye I got heckled by a guy behind a stall with crazy dreads piled on his head and surrounded by Jamaican flags. ‘Hey baby, why you na stop at mih stall? Ya nah wanna talk to ya bruder?!’ – obviously I had to go and chat to this crazy Rasta. He was clearly mad but we chatted for almost half an hour; he was raised in Jamaica, had lived in Birmingham, London, a few African countries and now Paris so we actually had a lot in common. He tried to set me up with a few of his sons (he has more than 11 kids apparently. I don’t think he knows the exact number) and told me about his 3 wives. I carried on through the market, spoke to a few other stallholders and heard some amazing stories; it was as if all the interesting people in Paris had gathered to the market. Happy days.
I picked up a few bits, you can totally barter and negotiate prices so I managed to get some bargains (by Parisian terms..)
– Jamaican flag for my wall, €4
– Sunglasses, €4
– Knife pendant choker/necklace, €3 for 2 mini knives and a little elephant charm
I’m pretty happy with what I got, I could’ve bought way more if I had the money to spare. There were a few great vintage clothes stalls but I’ve recently been buying more clothes than I need (maybe fashion week this week will change my mind though!).
You have to be street smart at all times in Paris but especially at this market. You can see pickpockets walking around eyeing up your bag and there are loads of men by the exit trying to flog you mobile phones and dodgy gadgets. I chose to take a clutch as there’s may less risk of someone taking stuff if it’s tucked under my arm. I also didn’t take either of my cameras which I’m gutted about as I saw so many great photo opportunities. I think now that I know my way around a little I’ll be confident enough to take some photos next time without worrying about pickpockets.
Here’s a little idea of what I took with me; my Navigo pass to get around the metro, a small mirror from Primark, headphones, my tablet for music and maps, a tiny purse (I purposely didn’t bring my usual purse with cards in in case I got mugged, lol), keys and my new (old) phone. Cheers Lucinda! I also got given a leaflet about exercise classes in Asnieres Sur Seine (my town) and I’m quite interested. I’m deciding between either Pilates or Zumba; any thoughts anyone??
I wore my new Primark dress, €6, baaaargain, Doc Martens in Ivory (fave thing shoes atm) and Primark clutch.
(I’ll include photos from the actual market next time yayay)