The term in French is “brocante” and today, taking the scenic way home through a bunch of small towns we found the hidden treasure of hidden treasures! An old farmhouse barn full of goodies – three floors full and not overpriced. With two boys in the car (well, three) who weren’t quite as into shopping, I didn’t even get to see the other two floors – so I will go back. Isn’t this an awesome old crockery bowl? The strawberries inside were not from the thrift shop, but from the garden, believe it or not. Thank you, past renters, who planted everbearing strawberries. Dessert tonight!