Quick-fix Friday

It’s a super-quick-fix Friday today, as it’s my last morning in Brittany before we pack up the car and set off on our eight-hour drive back to the Euro Tunnel (with a toddler. Yes, we’re mad). So before I try to consume as many freshly baked croissants as is physically possible in one sitting (14-month-old allowing, of course – why do they never want their own breakfast but always want yours?), here’s a little taster of a post coming up next week:

Ready to Troc…

During the early half of this week’s holiday in Brittany, we spent a day trawling around some of the popular Troc & Puces  France is famous for. Troc  is the word for barter or swap. They’re a kind of cross between a flea market, a car boot sale and a junk shop (you didn’t expect me not to shop, did you?), and there’s a whole treasure trove of goodies to sift through. From antiques and one-off paintings to stalls upon stalls of kids’ clothes, toys, baby gear, gifts, bric-a-brac and other shinies, your car will be laden down with stuff you don’t need on the way home (well, that and booze, natch. When in Rome…).

My bargain-hunting outfit

 

I wore my safari shorts, a tankini top, in case it got hot (it did), and my summer-staple lightweight shirt knotted casually over it, as trocs are no place for over-hot, fussy clothing. Topped off with comfy flat sandals, a straw hat and super-sized sunnies for checking out all those price tags, I was good to go (toddler, husband, countless snacks and drinks, plenty of euros and the trusty Pacapod at the ready, of course).

I’ll do a Show & Tell of what I found next week. Happy Friday, mummies! And à bientôt , Brittany! Ya boo sucks, jollybobs are over. For now…

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