Finally, a tree I could actually climb. Man, harder to find than you'd think in this city.
Today's tree climb came after a long day spent back at the Marché aux Puces, the giant and completely ridiculous flea market in the north of Paris at Porte de Clignancourt. I should emphasize, though that this is not your typical flea market in any way, but rather an effusively French and ruthlessly well curated display of the very most ridiculous money can buy.
Part of what makes the market so interesting is that is has a sort of double-character, with sharp divides between specialty shops selling chandeliers and gilded chairs and smaller stalls hawking knockoffs and street food.
Of course, it being a market, most of what makes it worth going to is all the crazy shit you can buy. For example:
Today's tree climb came after a long day spent back at the Marché aux Puces, the giant and completely ridiculous flea market in the north of Paris at Porte de Clignancourt. I should emphasize, though that this is not your typical flea market in any way, but rather an effusively French and ruthlessly well curated display of the very most ridiculous money can buy.
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| Captain's Wheel |
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| Brass Shit |
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| Creepy Shit |
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| Hats. |
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| Freinds |
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| Who the fuck knows |
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| Actual entire moments in time |
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| A fucking stand for a single fucking book |
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| A mini-draft |
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| Desks that just make you want to write |
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| Belt storage |
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| Tea party security |
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| Extra tea party security |
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| Skulls made of skulls |
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| Birds made of phones |
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| Modern French technology |
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| Food as prepared by invalids |
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