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Ahh! The legendary Flea markets of Paris! How I wish I was rising early in the morning, grabbing a cafe, scurrying off to the marche to haggle and unearth some gems, stopping only for a crepe in the afternoon. I can almost see the man making the crepes in his little Black hat right now!
I have many fond memories of shopping with my mother in the flea markets of Paris. I remember being very little and complaining that everything was dirty, that I was cold, & I was tired (what they must have thought of me). Little did I know that I would grow to love these excursions with my Mom & they would become for me, some of my most cherished memories with her.
I myself only shop and bring home what little trinkets I can fit in my bags, my Mom, however, would ship crates back to the States as she was a designer. I never learned the ropes to get through customs and shipping it all home but I imagine it is a lot of Red tape! It's a good thing I never did learn, because I would own more chairs than my little home could hold!
One of my favorite markets is Les Puces de Saint-Ouen. Located just outside the city limits since 1885, this is the largest flea market in the world (over 17 acres), it is divided into 13 specialized markets and has over 2,000 individual dealers. I do believe that anything you can dream of wanting you can find here, you just have to dig! I recommend taking cash, some water, comfortable clothes & shoes, an empty shopping bag, plenty of time, and your best girlfriends. I always try to get there early (I am not a morning person) but I find that there is never a shortage of wares! There is something for everybody here. It is said that over 200,000 people come through here every weekend! WOW!
The final theory associates the term with New York City's 18th century Fly Market. Apparently, the Dutch name for the market was vlie, which means valley but is pronounced "flea."