It seems that lately whenever I leave the house I always find myself in the middle of a flea market, or a brocante, as they call them here. Last weekend there was one just down from my street, yesterday just around the corner from my street and today a couple of blocks further. I love the concept: One sunny day the whole neighborhood transforms into a lively market place. People gather all the things they don’t need or want anymore, carry their kitchen table out to the street and start the secondhand trading. The local cafés and restaurants have their own stands, where they offer refreshments or greasy barbecue. And of course there are always the few people selling cheap replicas of designer handbags, one euro plastic jewellery and cosmetics with an expiry date from the late 90’s. If you ignore the last-named, a brocante is a very nice way to spend a relaxing afternoon.