Every Saturday there is a flea market at this lovely church in Toulouse.
You never know what you will find.
And jumbled stuff:
This visit I found a beautiful linen sheet, a monogrammed gift for a friend who loves French linens, and hand-written ledgers from the 19th century. All beautiful items, all heavy, all make me wonder how I am going to get them home. . . I will worry about that all later!